“Your motives were kind and good, Alice; and though it has been to you a severe lesson in the deceitfulness of the world, and to me a still more painful one in the deceitfulness of my own heart, yet, I trust, that to both of us it may not be without its salutary influences.” * * * * * TO HELEN IN HEAVEN. I think of thee by night, love, In visions of the skies, When glories meet the sight, love, That dazzle mortal eyes— I think a waving cloud, love, A golden cloud I see, A half transparent shroud, love, That moveth like to thee! I hear a voice of singing, A sound of rushing wings, A joyous anthem ringing As if from silver strings, A chorus loudly swelling, A low sweet voice alone— And I know thou hast thy dwelling Beneath the eternal throne. A. A. J. * * * * * AN APPENDIX OF AUTOGRAPHS. BY EDGAR A. POE. In our November and December numbers we gave _fac-simile_ signatures of no less than _one hundred and nine_ of the most distinguished American _literati_. Our design was to furnish the readers of the Magazine with a _complete_ series of Autographs, embracing a specimen of the MS. of _each of the most noted among our living male and female writers_. For obvious reasons, we made no attempt at classification or arrangement—either in reference to reputation or our own private opinion of merit. Our second article will be found to contain as many of the _Dii majorum gentium_ as our first; and this, our third and last, as many as either—although fewer names, upon the whole, than the preceding papers. The impossibility of procuring the signatures now given, at a period sufficiently early for the immense edition of December, has obliged us to introduce this Appendix.