=JOY MURMURS IN THE OCEAN.= =BY CHARLES H. STEWART.= Joy murmurs in the ocean, And laughs on shore outright; The world’s in glorious motion— Save mine, all hearts are light. To tread in sunlight places, With heart so strange the while— To gaze in gladsome faces, When all but you can smile— To live while Hope’s high heaven To others lends a ray, To you no gleam is given— Is this not grief, O say? * * * * * =A VISIT.[2]= =BY FREDERIKA BREMER.= One winter evening it so happened that I was alone at home. A slight indisposition had kept me for two or three days within doors, and, though I was now well, it was thought advisable for me to remain quiet this night, and not go to any of the parties that carried off the rest of the family. And I was quite satisfied—then I used most to enjoy myself, when all alone at home; and with much good humor and many good wishes I said adieu to father and mother, sister and brothers, as some went to the opera, and some to a ball, and some to a concert. Then, though we were generally a very quiet household, with a drop or two of gloominess coming from . . . . . no matter what—we had just obtained a brighter place than usual: my eldest sister having become engaged to an excellent young man, and my youngest brother being just returned from college with very flattering testimonials, and full of hope and joyfulness, and love of his youngest sister, who also was equally in love with her brother. For myself, I was at that interesting period in a woman’s life where she, young still, but not in her first youth, feels disposed to settle down in some way, and is not without offers or opportunities, but still does not feel bound to sacrifice her freedom to any thing below her heart’s choice.