“Be not displeased with us, loveliest one”— Said a fair young maiden standing by her— “’Tis not that thy race is so swiftly run, But we wish that thy destiny were higher: We see all the flowers around us die— And deem it their fate; but _thee_, their sovereign, We would give a lovelier home on high, With sister spirits around thee hov’ring! “Then call not that thankless, which is in truth The prompting of tender and true affection; And pardon the sorrow, with which our youth Sees ever in thee but a sad reflection! For all the beauty and joy of our life— All the loves and the hopes we so fondly cherish, We liken to _thee_—and when they fade We say—‘Like the Rose, how soon they perish!’” * * * * * LOVE’S MESSENGER. A Favorite Song. COMPOSED BY MATTHIAS KELLER. WORDS FROM THE GERMAN. Published by permission of Lee & Walker, 162 Chestnut Street, _Publishers and Importers of Music and Musical Instruments_. [Illustration: musical score] My love is no writer, Nor truly am I, Or often a letter should bear her my [Illustration: musical score] sigh; A promise most tender I gave to my love. I would her remember Where e’er I should rove I would her remember Where e’er I should rove. II. Could I write her a letter, What joy would be mine, But, alas! ’tis a pleasure That I must resign; For love’s messenger only A ring I can take, And kiss it most fondly For her own sweet sake. * * * * * REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. _The Golden Legend. By Henry Wordsworth Longfellow. Boston: Ticknor, Read & Fields. 1 vol. 16mo._