their astonishment knew no limits, when they saw her gradually ascend from the earth into the air, where she disappeared, as if borne upward by the evening wind. And then it was that they discovered her clasped in the embraces of the Moon, for they knew that the spots, which they saw within the circle of that planet, were those of her robe, which she had made from the skins of the spotted fawn. Many summers have passed away since the Sweet Strawberry became the Maiden of the Moon, yet among all the people of one nation, is she ever remembered for her beauty, and the mystery of her being.

A VALENTINE.

MRS. E. F. ELLET.

When Memnon's silent form the god of day, Touched at his rising with his glance of fire, A music as from harps that seraphs play Thrilled soft and golden from that silent lyre.

All cold-the fable says-Pygmalion's stone, Till clasped the statue to the artist breastAnd life's warm current, pouring from his own. Wakened the statue from its soulless rest!

Thus dull and cold my heart-till inspiration, Sweet lady, from your radiant smile it drew; Ah, list the music of its low vibration

It murmurs but one song-and sings of you!

WAY-MARKS."

SAMUEL D. PATTERSON

I.

Youth, with sunbeams glowing o'er thee,
Looking forward with delight,

To the opening years before thee,
Full of bliss and promise bright:
On thy path, no precious flowers
Of the heart, lie sere and dead;
Thou hast known no sorrowing hours,
Thou no anguished tear hast shed.

II.

In the fulness of thy pleasure,
While thy soul rejoiceth high,
Drinking rapture without measure,

From the earth, and air and sky:
While thy bosom lightly boundeth—
While each pulse-throb tells of glee—
And the song of joy resoundeth
Cheerily, and wild and free:

1. "Set thee up way-marks."-Jeremiah xxxi. 21.

III.

Pause-and to a softer measure,
Let thy fluttering pulse subside;
And to Him, who pours the treasure
Of His bounty full and wide,
Let the voice of pure thanksgiving,
From thy earnest heart arise,
For the good thou art receiving-
Good, His bounty rich supplies.

IV.

Vigorous manhood-great in power,
In thy might exulting high-
Firm and steadfast, when the hour

Of fierce conflict draweth nigh—
Thou who, danger boldly daring,

When around thee trials throng, Meeteth them with lofty bearing,

Proud resolve, and courage strong:

Turn thy soul to Him who sent thee
Strength to arm and nerve thy heart,
And in every contest lent thee

Aid to gain the conqueror's part.
proves thee

Every attribute that

Great and noble, He bestows:

Every glorious thought that moves thee,

From His boundless wisdom flows.

VI.

Aged one- —whose accents broken,
Trembling gait, and feeble moan,
Shadow forth the certain token
Of thy journey nearly done:
Soon, the sun whose brilliant beaming
Lights thy weak and time-dimmed way,
Shall its golden rays be streaming

O'er the turf that shrouds thy clay.

VII.

Like the Patriarch's, long and weary
Have thy toilsome wanderings been,
On, through rugged paths and dreary—
Vexed by cares-beset by sin:
And, though some fond relics hover
O'er thy heart, of by-gone years,

Memory only can discover

Transient joy 'mid frequent tears.

VIII.

Now, that nature worn and wasted,
Waits to lay its burden down,

And the pleasure thou hast tasted,

And the piercing grief thou'st known—

Soon no thrill or pang shall waken

In thy bosom cold and dead,

Whence, th' enfranchised spirit, breaking

From the mortal clay, is fled.