TO AMANDA.

SWEET lady, wilt thou think of me
When music's tones are round thee thrilling,
With a soft-gushing melody,

Thy gentle heart with rapture filling?
O, let my voice, like that loved strain,
Touch in thy heart the chords of feeling,
Like long-hushed music, breathed again
By zephyrs, o'er a wind-harp stealing.

Sweet lady, wilt thou think of me

When Friendship's flowers are round thee wreathing, And Love's delicious flatteries

Within thy ear are softly breathing?

O, let my friendship in the wreath,

Though but a bud amid the flowers,

Its sweetest fragrance round thee breathe,

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"Twill serve to soothe thy weary hours.

Sweet lady, wilt thou think of me?

Ah! should we e'er by fate be parted, Wilt thou embalm my memory,

The memory of the loving-hearted? O, let our spirits then unite,

Each silent eve, in sweet communion; Our thoughts will mingle in their flight,

And Heaven will bless the secret union.

GENTLE WORDS.

A YOUNG rose in the summer time
Is beautiful to me,
And glorious the many stars

That glimmer on the sea;

But gentle words, and loving hearts,
And hands to clasp my own,
Are better than the brightest flowers
Or stars that ever shone !

The sun may warm the grass to life,
The dew the drooping flower,
And eyes grow bright that watch the light
Of autumn's opening hour;
But words that breathe of tenderness,
And hearts we know are true,
Are warmer than the summer time,
And brighter than the dew.

It is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art,

And gold and gems are not the things
To satisfy the heart;

But O, if those who cluster round

The altar and the hearth,

Have gentle words and loving smiles,

How beautiful is earth!

MARRIAGE.

It is most genial to a soul refined

When love can smile, unblushing, unconcealed; When mutual thoughts, and words, and acts are kind, And inmost hopes and feelings are revealed; When interest, duty, trust, together bind,

And the heart's deep affections are unsealed;
When for each other live the kindred pair :
Here is indeed a picture passing fair!

Hail, happy state! which few have heart to sing,
Because they feel how faintly words express
So kind, and dear, and chaste, and sweet a thing
As tried affection's lasting tenderness.
Yet stop, my venturous muse, and fold thy wing,
Nor to a shrine so sacred rudely press;

For, marriage, thine is still a silent boast,
"Like beauty unadorned, adorned the most."

A GEM.

THERE'S not a heart, however rude,

But hath some little flower

To brighten up its solitude,
And scent the evening hour;
There's not a heart, however cast
By grief and sorrow down,
But hath some memory of the past,
To love and call its own.

* I WOULD BE THINE.

I WOULD be thine when morning breaks
On my enraptured view;

When every star her tower forsakes,
And every tuneful bird awakes,
And bids the night adieu.

I would be thine when Phoebus speeds
His chariot up the sky,

Or on the heel of night he treads,

And through the heavens refulgence spreads;

Thine would I live or die.

I would be thine, thou fairest one,
And hold thee as my boon;
When full the morning's race is run,
And half the fleeting day is gone,
Thine let me rest at noon.

I would be thine when evening's veil
O'ermantles all the plain,

When Cynthia smiles on every dale,
And spreads, like thee, her nightly sail

To dim the starry train.

Let me be thine, although I take

My exit from this world;

And when the heavens with thunder shake,

And all the wheels of time shall break,

With globes to nothing hurled,

I would be thine.

A DRESSY WOMAN.

START not, gentle reader -fair reader. I am not going to lecture thee on the vanity of arraying thine outward man or woman in the garments of the gay and worldly. There is, no doubt, enough and too much of this in the world; but my aim, just now, is not a bird of this feather. Perhaps thou and I will agree - perhaps not. Nevertheless, I shall tell thee my thoughts on the matter before us, most honestly, whether thou shalt chance to like them or not. What I'shall say may seem to have a special bearing on the fairer part of human kind; but such a reference is only a matter of convenience; I intend not thereby to exclude mankind from the benefit of my observations.

I shall begin (the second time) by saying that I always love to look upon a well-dressed woman; and who does not? unless it be some miserly curmudgeon, to whom the rustle of a new bank note is vastly more pleasing than that of silks and satins

the only music for his ear-though indeed your bank note rustle hath a pleasant note in it, a music that goes to the heart sometimes-most notable