The systems in their endless march Eternal truth proclaim; The flowers God's love from day to day In gentlest accents name; The skies for burdened hearts and faint A code of Faith prepare; What tempest ever left the heaven Without a blue spot there? My native isle! my native isle! In sunnier climes I've strayed, But better love thy pebbled beach And lonely forest glade, Where low winds stir with fragrant breath The purple violet's head, And the star-grass in the early spring Peeps from the sear leaf's bed. I would no more of tears and strife Might on thee ever meet, But when against the tide of years This heart has ceased to beat, Where the green weeping willows bend I fain would go to rest, Where waters lave, and winds may sweep Above my peaceful breast. SONNET. SUGGESTED BY THE GREAT MOVEMENTS IN EUROPE. BY ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH. To marshal you, oh army of the Poor! The spirits of the Past have back returned-- They who once toiled for you, though crushed and spurned; Toiled, that while Truth and Freedom evermore Might guard the olive of the lowliest door: He, the Great human Type, for whom men yearned, And longed in prophecy, for you, who mourned: And they, the martyrs, red at every pore: The blood-sown Truth of all these mighty dead Ye have ingarnered, and the fruit appears Nursed unto giant growth to the full days-- Now, Lebanon is shaken--Isles outspread Amid the seas are stirred--they who sowed in tears In gladness now the harvest pæan raise. ROCHESTER'S RETURN. OR THE KING OUTWITTED. BY JOSEPH A. NUNES. CHAPTER I. "We shall see," gentlemen, said King Charles, as he strode with a hasty step across the apartment, "whether my lord of Rochester's presence is as essential to the court and to the amusement of the king, as his vanity induces him to suppose." "The expression was a thoughtless one," observed the young Count de Grammont, who was present, "and doubtless not intended for your majesty's ears." "Yet it was made, De Grammont," replied the king, "and, by the soul of St. Paul! he shall be responsible for it. Rochester presumes too much on our clemency, which he has so often experienced, but which he shall have no reason to slight again." "Be merciful, my liege, for the sake of his wit," said the Duke of Buckingham, with an ill-concealed smile at the king's petulance. "Better he had none, George," replied the king, "for he knows not how to use it. Odds-fish! he as essential to Charles as Charles to him! We have more wits at court, my lords, than Rochester. There's yourself, Buckingham, and De Grammont, there, and Killegrew, Sedly, and a dozen others who can make a pigmy of this Goliah!" "But your majesty will limit the period of his disgrace?" asked De Grammont, who was sincerely friendly toward the obnoxious earl.