ELIZA.-(Darwin.) Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height, Slept on her kerchief, cradled by her arm ; While round her brows bright beams of honour dart, (Some fury winged it, and some demon guides,) "Ah me!" she cried, and sinking on the ground, Wait, gushing life, oh, wait my love's return! "Eliza" echoes through the canvas walls. Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread, O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead; Vault o'er the plain, and in the tangled wood, Lo! dead Eliza, weltering in her blood! -Soon hears his listening son the welcome sounds, "Mamma's asleep upon the dew-cold sand, -"She'll wake no more!" the hopeless mourner cried, Upturned his eyes, and clasped his hands, and sighed ; "O Heaven!" he cried, "my first rash vow forgive! BINGEN ON THE RHINE. (Hon. Mrs. Norton.) A SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers ; There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; And he said, "I never more shall see my own, my native land : For I was born at Bingen—at Bingen on the Rhine. "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around, ; My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild ; I let them take whate'er they would, but kept my father's sword; To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame ; And to hang the old sword in its place (my father's sword and mine,) "There's another-not a sister; in the happy days gone by, ; Ah, friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning ! Tell her the last night of my life (for ere this moon be risen ; But we'll meet no more at Bingen-loved Bingen on the Rhine!" THE TEAR OF REPENTANCE.—(Moore.) ONE morn a Peri at the gate of Eden stood, disconsolate; and as she listened to the springs of life within, like music flowing, and caught the light upon her wings through the half-open portal glowing, she wept to think her recreant race should e'er have lost that glorious place! "How happy," exclaimed this child of air, "are the holy spirits who wander there, 'mid flowers that never shall fade or fall! Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, one blossom of heaven out-blooms them all!" The glorious angel who was keeping the gates of light, beheld her weeping; and, as he nearer drew and listened, a tear within his eyelids glistened. "Nymph of a fair but erring line!" gently he said, "one hope is thine: 'Tis written in the book of fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven, who brings to this eternal gate the gift that is most dear to heaven! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin; 'tis sweet to let the pardoned in." Rapidly as comets run to the embraces of the sun, down the blue vault the Peri flies, and, lighted earthward by a glance that just then broke from Morning's eyes, hung hovering o'er our world's expanse. Over the vale of Baalbec winging, the Peri sees a child at play, among the rosy wild-flowers singing, as rosy and as wild as they; chasing, with eager hands and eyes, the beautiful blue damsel-flies that fluttered round the jasmine stems, like wingèd flowers or flying gems: and near the boy, who, tired with play, now nestling 'mid the roses lay, she saw a wearied man dismount from his hot steed, and on the brink of a small temple's rustic fount impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned to the fair child, who fearless sat-though never yet hath day-beam burned upon a brow more fierce than that-sullenly fiercea mixture dire, like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, in which the Peri's eye could read dark tales of many a ruthless deed. Yet tranquil now, that man of crime (as if the balmy evening time softened his spirit) looked and lay, watching the rosy infant's play; though still, whene'er his eyes by chance fell on the boy's, its lurid glance met that unclouded, joyous gaze, as torches that have burnt all night encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark! the vesper call to prayer, as slow the orb of daylight sets, is rising sweetly on the air from Syria's thousand minarets! The boy has started from the bed of flowers, where he had laid his head, and down upon the fragrant sod kneels, with his forehead to the south, lisping the eternal name of God from purity's own cherub mouth; and looking, while his hands and eyes are lifted to the glowing skies, like a stray babe of Paradise, just lighted on that flowery plain, and seeking for its home again! And how felt he, the wretched man reclining there-while memory ran o'er many a year of guilt and strife that marked the dark flood of his life, nor found one sunny resting-place, nor brought him back one branch of grace? "There was a time," he said, in mild, heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child! when young, and haply pure as thou, I looked and prayed like thee; but now" he hung his head each nobler aim and hope and feeling, which had slept from boyhood's hour, that instant came fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept! And now! behold him kneeling there, by the child's side in humble prayer, while the same sunbeam shines upon the guilty and the guiltless one, and hymns of joy proclaim through heaven the triumph of a soul forgiven ! 'Twas when the golden orb had set, while on their knees they lingered yet, there fell a light-more lovely far than ever came from sun or star-upon the tear that, warm and meek, dewed that repentant sinner's cheek to mortal eye this light might seem a northern flash or meteor beam; but well the enraptured Peri knew 'twas a bright smile the angel threw from heaven's gate, to hail that tear-her harbinger of glory near! "Joy! joy!" she cried; "my task is done-the gates are passed, and heaven is won!" SOMEBODY'S DARLING.-(Lacoste.) INTO a ward of the white-washed halls, Matted and damp are the curls of gold, |