"He is not false, give him thy hand again!" Thus a good angel still her heart doth move. He, too, yet feels, 'mid bitterness and pain: "She loves you still! oh, she is still your love! Speak one kind word, let her speak one to you, And then the spell that parts you will be broken." They went--they met--but what will pride not do? That single word remained unspoken! They parted, and as in the minster's choir Doth die away the altar lamp's red glow-- At first grows dimmer, then the sacred fire Burns bright once more, at length expires--'twas so; Lamented first, then longed for bitterly, And then--forgotten, love within them perished; Till an illusion vain it seemed to be That each the other e'er had cherished. 'Twas only sometimes, in the moon's pale gleam, They'd from their pillow start: 'twas wet with tears, And wet with tears their face. They'd had a dream, I hardly know of what. And then the years Of bliss, long past, came to their memory; And how they'd vainly doubted, how they'd parted, And now were sundered so eternally-- O God! forgive these stubborn-hearted! M. A. R. AN ANTIDOTE. Mr. Brown says Mrs. Green--Miss White that was--doesn't live happily with her husband. The poison works and comes to Mrs. Green's ears. But stop, dear madam, before you have exhausted your week's supply of fresh pocket-handkerchiefs by tears--didn't you refuse Mr. Brown's brother? There's the antidote. Mrs. Knight tells all her acquaintances that Mrs. Day is abominably extravagant, and caused her husband's failure. Mrs. Starr is sorry to hear it, but recollects in time that Mrs. Day once declined making Mrs. Knight's acquaintance, because there were already more names on her visiting list than she could do justice to. Mrs. Knight feels injured, and sets it down to her living in a two story house in a cross street. Hence her remarks. And if our lady readers, young and old, would but notice it, a similar antidote might be found for almost all the troublesome reports that come to their ears. It is not in _human_ nature to give a kiss for a blow; and fancied or real injuries are often visited upon one's character or standing. The next best thing to being "let alone," is not to mind what is said, so one is conscious of the right, and never willingly to listen to what people say of you. If disagreeable, you will be sorry you heard it; if the reverse, the best of us are sensibly inclined to vanity. TRANSPLANTING ROSES.