I offer no reward

For all these heart-strings sever; I know that heaven-intrusted gift Is reft away forever.

But when the sea and land

Lik burning scrol! have fled, I'll see it in his hand

Who judgeth quick and dead;
And when of scath and loss

That man can ne'er repair;
The dread enquiry meets my soul,
What shall it answer there!"

for

Night was covering the beautiful scenery, with a dark mantle bespangled with stars; and Kate thought she shoul! be obliged to wait until the morrow, any more gifts. As the dews were falling, it was thought best to return to the house and spend the remainder of the evening in profitable converse. Kate

now felt quite at home with her new friends, and sauntered leisurley by the side of nose who were wending their way to their common dwelling; for while it was necessary for them to remain ere, they all resided under the same roof, and endeavored to make each other comfortable and happy. If any strangers came among them, they were cordially welcomed and assisted, and treated kindly, even as they had treated Kate.

A timid young girl advanced towards Kate, whom she had not before seen. "I have a little gem for you," said she. "Tese ladies and gentlemen, bring to you large pearls, and precious stones; and will you accept from me this little gem?" Many thanks for your gift," said Kate, and she gazed long and earn

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estly on the pale beautiful face of the maiden; and it seemed to her that her countenance shone, as though a glory from the stars themselves, was reflected there. A celestial light beamed from her brilliant eyes; and Kate thought 'surely you cannot long remain in this lower world, for you are better fitted methinks to fill an angel's place." She knew neither the name nor age of the almost spiritual being before her; but soon ascertained her name to be Lucretia Maria Davidson, and her age only fourteen. Kate thought the gem very beautiful and placed it carefully with her other treasures.

To a Star.

"THOU brightly glittering star of even,
Thou gem upon the brow of heaven!
Oh! were this fluttering spirit free,
How quick 'twould spread its wings to thee!

How calmly, brightly, dost thou shine,

Like the pure lamp in virtue's shrine! Sure the fair world, which thou may'st boast Was never ransomed, never lost.

There beings pure as heaven's own air,
Their hopes, their joys, together share;
While hovering angels touch the string,

And seraphs spread the sheltering wing.

There, cloudless days and brilliant nights,
Illumed by heaven's refulgent lights;
There, seasons, years, unnoticed roll,
And unregretted by the soul.

Thou little sparkling star of even,
Thou gem upon an azure heaven!
How swiftly will I soar to thee,

When this imprisoned soul is free!”

They all now entered the house and seated themselves as taste and convenience dictated. Soon, conversation was heard from all parts of the room, and Kate passed around from one little group to another, gathering all the golden sands she could obtain. She was becoming quite avaricious, by being thus in the midst of abundance, and knowing that these benevolent people were willing that she should take whatever she wished. Sometimes she obtained a gift from a Doctor of Divinity, sometimes from a Poet or Poetess; again a few grains from an Editor; anon, some from a young story writer. All, all, were acceptable. She tarried awhile beside the chair of that celebrated English Philosopher, Locke. Here is what she obtained from his store-house.