A few other choice selections may not be without interest to the reader: HOPE.* I've floated o'er earth on a beam of light, That beams from the brow of the God of love. I sought on that lovely sea-girt shore, But his generous soul with revenge grew dark, And I wept, though I quenched not its kindling spark. • Written for the anniversary of 1858. On the downy breath of the sportive breeze, Where the midnight lamp o'er a scholar shone, Though drooping and sad with the tear-drops of heaven THE RETURN. All-hallowing memory, holy, blest, Comes like the wind-harp's note at ever. Soothing the spirit's sad unrest With glimpses of its promised heaven. Fond moment of terrestrial bliss! In fancy's magic mirror bright, I feel a mother's fervent kiss, And hear a father's sweet good night. • Emotions of a friend, who, after long absence from home, drack the Croton water a few momert before landing at New York. I've wandered from my boyhood's home, And stood beneath Italia's skies; I've trod thy streets, imperial Rome, And learned how earth-born splendor dies. In sunny France, 'mid England's bowers, And mused o'er Erin's shamrock green, I'm turning from these scenes away Like the lone, wandering dove, I come. And while I quaff the waters bright, Light of my life art thou to me, Sweet home, my first and latest star; So, sacred Nile, thy sons for thee Would weep in Cashmere's lovely vale, Look wildly on Marmora's sea, But sigh for Egypt's pleasant stream, MISS DAPHNE S. GILES. "With affections warm, intense, refined, She mingled such calm and holy strength of mind THERE is perhaps no manifestation of the human intellect that more conclusively proves its immortality, than our constant discontent with the present, and insatiate reaching forward after objects of desire shrouded in the vista of futurity. Before the budding mind is sufficiently developed to comprehend its responsibility or learn its destiny, the heart is moved forward by an innate impulse, and the pure fancy is impressed with alluring images, natives of a brighter sphere. When in the sunny hours of child hood we sport upon the flowery lawn, sit by the mur muring rill, as it gently meanders along its willowed banks, or chase with fantastic tread the gay butterfly over the rich green meadows, plucking from our path the lily and the wild rose, life seems to us but one scene of charming beauty, unsullied by the snares of sin. Yet oft from those innocent sports we turn away, ur hearts panting for maturer years; and, while glancing to the future, we paint in our youthfu! ardor al that is delightful and gay. But, alas! as we gently glide along the current of time and emerge into the busy scenes of life, how oft are our fondest hopes blighted, and mountains of sorrow and disappointment appear in view, rearing their summits to the sky, yet glittering with the tears of earthly pilgrims that have passed over before us. Yet who dares murmur at his lot? He who holds in his hands the destiny of individuals as well as nations, has purposes to accomplish. Whatever he decrees in his righteousness, though it at first seems our loss of all, will ultimately prove our highest good. "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are my ways your ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts." No theme or philosophy devised by ancient or modern sages can administer so sovereign a solace to the afflicted or sorrow-stricken soul as an unshaken confidence in a wise, overruling Providence, and an enlightened faith in the doctrines of the everlasting gospel. On the precious promises beaming from that volume our present authoress has securely rested under all her trying afflictions. Miss Giles was born at New Haven, Vermont, October 2d, 1812. Of her parentage we can gather no information from either her writings or allusions to her life by other authors. It appears that her former biographers, like ourselves, placed no high estimate on hereditary celebrity, or, feared to commit treason |