O vision sweet! a fair, fair face, A young, but thochtfu' brow, Twa gentle een o' azure sheen, Are beamin' on me noo. Be still, my beatin' heart--be still; It's but an idle dream: She heeds na though wi' tremblin' joy I breathe a wee bit name. A wee bit name! O lives there ane That never, never felt Its pathos an' its wizard power To saften and to melt? No--callous though the bosom be Wi' years o' sin an' shame, 'Twill melt like snaw in summer's sun Before some wee bit name. A wee bit name! the rod whose touch Bids hidden waters start, The torch that lichts the pile upon The altar o' the heart, An' kindles what wad else decay, Into a holy flame: A sacred influence may lie Within a wee bit name! C. * * * * * Printed and Published by W. and R. CHAMBERS, High Street, Edinburgh. Also sold by W. S. ORR, Amen Corner, London; D. N. CHAMBERS, 55 West Nile Street, Glasgow; and J. M'GLASHAN, 50 Upper Sackville Street, Dublin.--Advertisements for Monthly Parts are requested to be sent to MAXWELL & CO., 31 Nicholas Lane, Lombard Street, London, to whom all applications respecting their insertion must be made. End of Project Gutenberg's Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 453, by Various