JAMES HOSLEY. April 14,---- Dear Miss Brown: What a delightful time we all had at Mrs. Pratt's last night! I shall call to talk it over with you to-night. Sincerely, JAMES HOSLEY. April 15,---- Dear Miss Brown: What a pretty name Margaret is! I had no idea all your friends called you that. O lingering rose of May! Dear as when first I met her; Worn is my heart alway, Life-cherished Margaretta. And when we parted last night, believe me, As morn was faintly breaking, For many a weary mile, Oh, how my heart was aching! Sincerely, JAMES H. April 17,---- Dear Margaretta: How long are you to be gone? Write me daily when away, that the period of your absence from town may be as brief as you can make it, to lessen the anguish of the one who "at the trysting place, with tears regrets thee." I shall be with you early this evening, Yours as always, JIM. April 23,---- Dear Margaretta: The time drags heavily, and were it not for the cheerful letter that arrives every morning, so full of your enthusiasm for the unfolding beauties of the spring and your tender assurances _occasionally_ given in return to the pleadings that pour from my overflowing heart, it would seem that I could not bear the struggle against life's disappointments. Time? What has time to do with love? Love cannot be the aloe tree, Whose bloom but once is seen; Go search the grove--the tree of love Is sure the evergreen; For that's the same, in leaf or frame, 'Neath cold or sunny skies; You take the ground its roots have bound Or it, transplanted, dies! My dear sweetheart, my love for you is the evergreen, and write me, darling, not of the budding trees and the wild flowers so tender in the morning dew, for there is an aggravating indirection to such devotion. Write me, my dearest, so that I may feel Those tender eyes still rest upon me, love! I feel their magic spell, With that same look you won me, love. Oh! these spring days and thoughts of you combine to swell my song to bursting. When, Margaretta, do you return? for I would behold again Thy form of matchless symmetry, In sweet perfection cast-- * * * * *