YOUTH.

YOUTH.

Oh beautiful, all golden, gentle youth!
Making thy palace in the careless front
And hopeful eye of man-ere yet the soul
Hath lost the memories which (so Plato dreamed)
Breathed glory from the earlier star it dwelt in.
O, for one gale from thine exulting morning
Stirring amidst the roses, where of old

Love shook the dew-drops from his glancing hair!

But then her face,

So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth,

The overflowings of an innocent heart,

E. L. BULWer.

It haunts me still, though many a year has fled
Like some wild melody!

SAMUEL ROGERS.

A lovely being scarcely formed, or moulded,

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

LORD BYRON.

When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty.

GREGORY.

The beauty of this beautiful woman is Heaven's stamp upon virtue. She will be equal to every chance that shall befal her, and she is so radiant and charming in the circle of prosperity, only because she has that irresistible simplicity and fidelity of character, which can also pluck the sting from adversity.

G. W. CURTIS.

She was a form of life and light
That seen became a part of sight;
And rose, where'er I turned mine eye

The morning star of memory!

Youth pastures in a valley of its own:

LORD BYRON.

The glare of noon, the rains and winds of heaven,

Mar not the calm yet virgin of all care;

But ever with sweet joys it buildeth up
The airy halls of life.

SOPHOCLES.

Look upon every day, O youth, as the whole of life, not merely as a section, and enjoy the present without wishing through haste, to spring on to another lying-before-the section.

RICHTER.

IT

EMILY IS MARRIED!

up

and keeps

is wonderful how one young maiden freshens green, the paternal roof. Old and young seem to have an interest in her, so long as she is not absolutely disposed of. Emily is married. The Admiral still enjoys his pipe, but he has no Miss Emily to fill it for him. The instrument stands where it stood, but she is gone, whose delicate touch could sometimes for a short minute appease the warring elements. He has learnt, as Marvel expresses it, to "make his destiny his choice." He bears bravely up, but he does not come out with his flashes of wild wit so thick as formerly. His seasongs seldom escape him. His wife, too, looks as if she wanted some younger body to scold and set to rights. We all miss a junior presence. The youthfulness of the house is flown!

Charles Lamb.

A

WOMAN may one day hope to be an angel, but she can never again be a girl!