Thereafter Weldon found his new friend by his bedside daily, advising and soothing him. Under Barton’s teachings his mind gradually became more calm, and he learned to look on the past without that agonizing remorse with which he once regarded it. He repented of his sin, and at last found hope that it might be forgiven. But his life was fast ebbing away, and scarcely had he rejoiced in the reality of his new-found peace, when he died. Calmly and happily did his spirit burst its bonds and fly to join the loved and lamented ones in a holier and happier home. * * * * * =ARIADNE:= =OR THE LOVE WATCH.= =BY MRS. E. J. EAMES.= “’Tis she of Crete.” Wherefore, wherefore, dost thou stand By the sea-washed shore so lonely? Morn’s first crimson shadows only Saw a vessel leave the strand! But its canvas glancing white, Long hath left thy straining sight— Sunset dies o’er sea and land: Yet across the waste of waters, Saddest of Earth’s quivering daughters Stretcheth still each small white hand! Cretan girl, still art thou there? Luna her soft watch is keeping, Eve’s first timid star is peeping Through the hushed and shining air; For that fair ship dost thou wait— Beautiful, yet desolate? With thy long and jet black hair Wild and loose about thee falling— Still complaining, moaning, calling— In thy heart’s forlorn despair! Watching still beside the sea!— Gem-like stars to midnight given Flash upon the purple heaven— O! forsaken Ariadne! Leave thy seat beside the shore— He will come to thee no more— That young king is false to thee, Who for his sake crossed the ocean, And with deep, intense devotion Worshiped him, as Deity! Royal princess! morn again On thy weary watching breaketh— Hope deferred thy heart sick maketh— Stretch thy hand no more—’tis vain! Could that false Athenian king Know what desperate faith doth cling To thy heart, he would again Seek the bride so soon forsaken— But thy trust would then be shaken: Better dwell thou by the main! * * * * * =THE GAME OF THE MONTH.=