Weeds grow unasked, and even some sweet flowers Spontaneous give their fragrance to the air, And bloom on hills, in vales and everywhere-- As shines the sun, or fall the summer showers-- But wither while our lips pronounce them fair! Flowers of more worth repay alone the care, The nurture, and the hopes of watchful hours; While plants most cultured have most lasting powers. So, flowers of Genius that will longest live Spring not in Mind's uncultivated soil, But are the birth of time, and mental toil, And all the culture Learning's hand can give: Fancies, like wild flowers, in a night may grow; But thoughts are plants whose stately growth is slow. FIRST LOVE. OR LILLIE MASON'S DEBUT. BY ENNA DUVAL. Maybe without a further thought, It only pleased you thus to please, And thus to kindly feelings wrought You measured not the sweet degrees; Yet though you hardly understood Where I was following at your call, You might--I dare to say you should-- Have thought how far I had to fall. And even now in calm review Of all I lost and all I won, I cannot deem you wholly true, Nor wholly just what you have done. MILNES. There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. HEMANS. On paying a visit to my friend Agnes Mason one morning, the servant told me his mistress would be pleased to see me in her dressing-room. Thither I repaired, and found her, to my surprise, surrounded by all sorts of gay, costly articles, appertaining to the costume of a woman of the world. To my surprise, I say, for Agnes has always been one of the greatest home-bodies in the whole circle of my acquaintances. A party, or a ball she has scarcely visited since the first years of her marriage, although possessing ample means to enjoy every gayety of fashionable life. Over the Psyche glass was thrown a spotless _crepe_ dress, almost trembling with its rich embroidery; and near it, as if in contrast, on a dress-stand, was a velvet robe, falling in soft, luxurious folds. Flowers, caps, _coiffures_ of various descriptions, peeped out of sundry boxes, and on a commode table was an open _ecrin_ whose sparkling, costly contents dazzled the eyes. "Hey-day!" I exclaimed to my friend, as she advanced to meet me, "what's the meaning of all this splendor?" "I was just on the point of sending for you," she replied laughingly--"Madame M---- has sent home these lovely things for Lillie and I--and I want your opinion upon them." "And you are really going to re-enter society?" I asked.