No fragment severs from the solid mass, No torrents from the hills translucent flow, But all is rigid, while we slowly pass, As glacial mountains in a world of snow. No avalanche impends, but leaning towers, Like that of Pisa, seem about to rush In ruin downward, though for years as hours They still may stand, nor fear a final crush. Ye icebergs! held by adamantine chains, Nor moved from your foundations by the gales Which Winter, hoary tyrant, ne’er restrains, But sends, relentless, where his power prevails— Ye are stern Desolation’s home and throne, Fixed on the boundaries of human life; The lofty watch-towers of the Frigid Zone, Locked in securely from the ocean’s strife. I look upon you with deep awe, and feel That all my generation will decay Ere Cold shall cease your ramparts to congeal, Or Tempest hurl you from your base away! * * * * * LOVE. BY CHARLES E. TRAIL. The winds are tranquil on the heaving deep; And from her azure throne Night bendeth down, And to old Ocean’s brow transfers her crown Of peerless beauty. All things are asleep!— Save Love, who doth his ceaseless vigils keep In my fond heart, where to thine image, now, He kneeleth, breathing many a passionate vow, And earnest prayer, filled with affection deep. Like pious pilgrim at his sainted shrine, His dearest treasures, and most precious things— Devotion, constancy and truth he brings, And lays them humble offerings upon thine, Inspired with trusting hope that thou, who art All gentleness, wilt smile, nor bid him to depart. * * * * * DOCTOR SIAN SENG OR THE CHINAMAN IN PARIS (FROM THE FRENCH OF MERY.) (_Concluded from page 128._) [Illustration] “I am,” cried I, falling at her feet, “a simple mortal, who loses his senses before your beauty.” “Get up! doctor, get up,” said the _danseuse_, with a countenance of severity suddenly assumed—“no nonsense before your god-daughter! You forget yourself—she will tell a thousand stories when we get home. Have you never seen the ‘Terrible Children of Gavarni?’ They are all spies, these little innocents!” I got up from my knees in confusion, and excused myself as well as I could. Her anger seemed to cool. She gave me her hand, and drawing a deep sigh, said,