White lilies, so pure, of the valley Gather round it like children at home, And violets creep to its margin, For a kiss from its sparkling, bright foam; The heart’s-ease peeps out from the clusters Of lilies, to look in its face, For often is vividly mirrored Therein all her beauty and grace. Though the rose from my cheek will soon vanish, And the sheen from my tresses must fade,— Though others will see on my forehead The footprints that long years have made; Yet youth is now with me, and never Will I lose it—no! never grow old, For the naiad that dwells in my fountain, To me, a high secret has told. Oh! what is the beauty of figure, The outer youth, vain as the wind! A beauty eternal, unfading, I have in the heart and the mind. My heart shall continue as youthful, In affections and sympathies bold, And my mind in its thoughts and its fancies Shall never be wrinkled or old. Ay! I will not grow old! for my fountain— _Contentment_—ne’er fails to supply Every grace, every beauty, I covet, And I cannot her bounty deny. A. G. H. * * * * * =HUSH! HUSH!= =A LEGEND OF RHINELAND.= =BY DONALD MACLEOD.= I was so tired of Mayence. I had seen the cathedral so often, and witnessed the stiff recruit drillings in the barrack-yard, and crossed the bridge of boats, and wandered in the palatial gardens of Biberich, and ridden to Francfort to look at the Ariadne, or Lessing’s “Trial of Huss,” or Overbeck’s “Triumph of Religion,” or old Rothschild, or the Austrian soldiers, or the Kaisersaal, or the statue of Goethe, or the shop windows, or the English travelers in thick shoes and incipient moustaches, or at some other of the thousand-and-one curiosities of the quaint old Freistadt—that some change became absolutely necessary. I tried to speak Danish with the only other idle man in the Three Crowns, but he did not understand me: then he spoke English, but I did not understand him; and then we took off our hats, bowed, grinned at each other in a most imbecile manner, and turned away. He sat down at a little table in the _salle á manger_, and called for a bottle of Braunerberger; and I packed up a little traveling sack, got on board a steamboat, and was whisked off down the Rhine.