strand of my future life! Dear me! how could I tell him before I knew it myself? I did wish to love him, and try to love him; and if I had been a silly child of fifteen, should doubtless have laid the foundation of our future misery by becoming his—shall I say wife? But, you will ask, who and what is the man of my choice? He is Horace Glynn, a young lawyer, scarcely older than myself, and, of course, unknown to fame or worldly honor. I will not say that he is handsome, and he is not rich; but he has genius, a lofty sense of honor, and unblemished character, and a heart full of all the sweet and gentle sympathies. More than all, he loves me, just as I always longed to be beloved. I feel that my pulse can echo his; that all my feelings and opinions blend and flow in the current of his. In short, that I am ready to resign my own will, and yield him a cheerful deference, and forsaking all that my young heart has known, or loved, follow him, and minister to him until death. I am so thankful that I did not marry until I felt this sweet devotion. The world will say—“Well, Lucy Lee, like all other incorrigible coquettes, has, after rejecting half a dozen excellent offers, thrown herself away upon a poor young fellow, infinitely beneath her other suitors.” But I shall be blest with a whole heart happiness, and home will be my world. Oh, Kate! am I not happy! Lucy Lee. * * * * * JENNY LOW. BY C. M. JOHNSON. When first I pressed thy cheek, love, ’Twas in the month of May, You chidingly rebuked me, Yet bid me longer stay— And gave me back my kiss, love, Before I went away. And when I met thee last, love, Beneath the trysting-tree, Before I went away, love, Beyond the roaring sea, That dewy kiss at parting Was a priceless gem to me. They wrote me of thy death, love, How could it ever be! And that those lips in dying Were whispering for me— The very lips that I had pressed Beneath the trysting-tree. O! all the wealth I’ve hoarded I’d freely give away, Could I that day live o’er again, In the pleasant month of May; And could I but renew that kiss I’d give my life away. * * * * * AN INDIAN LEGEND.