ig of day,
dowy bay;
through the mist,
ias kissed.

Lh your vessel will find,
Lnd left us behin ;
.em, and kiss them once

again there, on the Beautiful Shore.
Dear friend, when you meet
I loved, on the shore far away,
! her the message I give you to-day?
w her, I know by her face, that was fair
f an angel, and beautiful hair.

out through the dew,
ie furthermost blue.
you, you'll know as of old,
sses of gold.

That I miss her so much since she left me that night,
When the mists of the sea drifted over my sight,
And hid her in shadows, so dense nd so deep,
That, rememberin the time, even now I must weep.
And tell her for me,
That I wait for the morn, which for her has begun,
When our ways, which were severed on earth, shall be one;
I shall come to her, over the wide solemn sea,
And clasp her, and claim her - that tell her for me.
Friend, you will not forget ?
; Already your bark is afloat on the tide,
That shall bear yot out over the 'waters so wide;
At mom you will see her, and tell her for me,
That I love her, I miss her, this side of the sea.
CHANGES.
HOM first we love, you know, we seldom wed.
Time rules us all. And life, indeed, is not
The thing we planned it out, ere hope was dead;
p    And then, we women cannot choose our lot.
Much must be borne which it is hard to bear;
Much given away which it were sweet to keep.
God help us all! who need, indeec*His care:
And yet, I know the Shepherd loves His sheep.

My little boy begins to babble now,
Upon my knee, his earliest infant prayer;
He has his father's eager eyes, I know;
And, they say, too, his nother's sunny hair.
But when he sleeps, and smiles upon my knee,
-And I can feel his light breath come and go,
I think of one (Heaven help and pity me!)
Who loved me, and whom I loved, long ago;
Who might have been .... ah! what, I dare not think!
We are all changed. God judges for us best.
God help us do our duty, and not shrink,
And trust in Heaven humbly for the rest.
But blame us women not, if some appear
Too cold at times; and some too gay and light.
Some griefs gnaw deep. Some woes are hard to bear.
Who knows the past? and who can judge us right?
Ah ! were we judged by what we might have been,
And not by what we are-too apt to fall!
My little child- he sleeps and sriles between
These thoughts and me. In heaven we shall know all.

WE PARTED IN SILENCE.

BY MRS. CRAWFORD.
E parted in silence, we parted by night,
On the banks of that lonely river;
Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite
We met - and we parted forever!
The night-bird sung, and the stars above
Told many a touching story,
Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love,
Where the soul wears its mantle of glory.
We parted in silence,- our cheeks were wet,
With the tears that were past controlling;
We vowed we would never, no, never forget,
And those vows, at the time, were consoling;
But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine,
Are as cold as that lonely river
And that eye, that beautiful spirit's shrine,
Has shrouded its fires forever.
And now, on the midnight sky I look,
And my heart grows full of weeping;
Each star is to me a seal6d book,
Some tale of that loved one keeping.
We parted in: silence,- we parted in tears,
On the banks of thatlonely river ;
But the odor and bloom of those bygone years
Shall hang o'er its waters forever.