my forehead: I turned and looked in the pool which slept quietly a yard from its spring---two old wrinkles, and a third incipient one acquired last winter over fluxions, had vanished; and my face was and is, as fair as if not a thought had ever dimmed its sheen, or marred the curves of its contour! The Nymph then plucked three vine-twigs, immersed them, and bade me bind them round my neck and wrists. I did so, and buoyancy was breathed into every vein, my movement became easy and elastic, and I threw my shoulders as far back, and held my head nearly as erect, as a Commandant of the Harvard Corps! Delighted with the change, I could not help performing a few antics; and, when I turned to thank my benefactress, she had vanished---a smile was just fading from the air.

The next day I was treading the streets of the city--amid the absorbed faces of the busy many, and the equally unsympathetic stare of the idle few---searching---successless ---wearied out.

The morrow came, and passed like its predecessor, till afternoon, when I felt a singular desire to look upon the islandstudded Harbor.

The very hour of the day, at which I first beheld the Divinest of mortals, if mortal she be, arrived---I had been seated an hour or two on the extremity of one of the longest wharves, gazing sadly, but with an indefinite hope, on the sunlit and sail-whitened waters---A boat shot from a neighbouring wharf; the sole occupant, besides the mariner who guided the rudder and sail, was a lady. Her eyes were slightly raised and bent forward upon the horizon. The first man might as easily have mistaken the sun's second rising, as I, the re-appearing of those heavenly orbs. It was SHE.

My first impulse was to plunge into the water, in pursuit ; my second, to shout; but the air of ethereality and unapproachableness, which pervaded her, prevented my following either---I sunk in a few instants into the same torpor, as when she first passed me on the side-walk of Tremont street ---and I gazed, with the intense and unmoving gaze of a statue, on the slight skiff, which careered right outward, over the bosom of the harbor. It had dwindled to a speck, when it touched the side of a ship, which lay at anchor at a great distance. Ere many minutes had elapsed, squares of

white began to ascend along that ship's tall, still masts. This at last aroused me---I ran, raved, and inquired---I turned again to look---and the ship was under full sail near the verge of the horizon. I asked if she could be overtaken; and was laughed at. It was with great difficulty that I at length discovered that she was probably bound for a port in Italy---and, in the course of my inquiries, I came near throwing into the dock a broad-shouldered sailor, who conjectured that she might be laden with lumber, and bound for---I forget where. Having been informed that the first vessel which was to start for the Mediterranean, would set sail from New York, I hastened hither, where I have been for several days. We sail this very night. I may never meet again the being who holds, I am persuaded, the thread of my destiny. But I will visit every city and region in the search. At some point of my wanderings, I may chance so near her, that the attraction between kindred spirits may bring us together. At any rate, it will be a joy to breathe the air of the same hemisphere with her; and to behold the sun from the side of the globe where he receives light from those two orbs, purer and richer than his own. I will seek out all the beauty and sublimity of Art and Nature, and try to transmute them, by the alchemy of a burning heart, into a semblance, though faint, of her : I will stand before the antique statue, till her eyes shall seem to be looking upon me from its stony and sightless Hark! that noise of wheels---that ringing beneath---it is so----the coach is at the door---" My native land, good night!"

Will you do me the favor, Sir, to burn the papers I have left, to take such of my books and furniture as you may wish, either for themselves or as remembrancers of me; and to give the rest to some poor student. You perceive the utter uncertainty of my future lot: should it settle neither in madness nor misery, I will write you some account of it, within a few years. Farewell--

Yours, as far as any one's, but HERS.

LUKE LOCKFAST.

MOONSHINE.

"Oн leave me, leave me, foolish youth,
And come not here again,
Thy vows are wasted on the wind,
Thy prayers are all in vain.”

"Lady, thy bird is singing sweet;
Thou heedest not his lay,
But wouldst thou not remember him
If he should fly away ? "

"O, there is many another bird,

That sings as sweet as he, Sir,
And they shall have his golden cage,
And they will sing to me, Sir."

"But who shall make them come to thee,
And who shall make them stay?
No, lady, thou must live alone,
When he has flown away."

"WHERE hast thou been, thou grey-beard Time, For this full many a year;

Art thou not tired, thou stiff old man,
With running far and near?"

He leaned upon his rusty scythe,
And shook his hour-glass sands,
And pointed to his worn-out shoes,
And to his sun-browned hands;

"Lord bless you, master, no, said he,
I've been upon the go-

I've lost my reckoning-but about
Six thousand years or so;

And what with mowing this and that,
And weeding here and there,
If I should tell you all I 've done,
Perhaps 't would make you stare.

I visit cities now and then,

And dig beneath their walls,
And owls and bats, and snakes and rats
Are nestling in their halls.

I saw the conqueror when he came
Fresh from the crimsoned plain;
The rabble rout I heard them shout,
Says I, 'I'll call again.'

I'm something of a wag, and so
When all had past away
I groped about among the weeds
To where the warrior lay.

With bony finger, in the dust,
That crusted on the tomb,

I wrote-young gemman, I can write-
This is the Hero's doom.

They were big fellows, them that lived
Five thousand years ago;

"T would take six dozen men like you
To make one's little toe.

It used to be tough mowing then;
But now you've got so small

I only crack you up like fleas
And never mow at all.

But oh, the women plague me so!
I'm sure I cant tell how;

But they have posed me ever since
I set to work till now.

As fast as I can pull them down,
So fast again they build;
As fast as I can tear away,
So fast the place is filled.

There's Azurina's yellow locks,

I've worked from day to day,
With all my pains, to save my soul,
I could not turn them gray.

I've bent the stubborn forest oak,
That stood against the storm,
But tried in vain, these forty years,
To crook Flirtilla's form.

They cheat the whale, they chouse the dead,
They go from sea to skies,

They catch the May-dew from the cloud,
And gouge the oyster's eyes.

I make a bonfire now and then,
And light it with a puff;

Old songs, old stories, old reviews,
And all that sort of stuff.