The Rumseys found it convenient to leave town immediately. Their furniture was sold—the house rented to another tenant, and “The people who knew every body and whom nobody knew,” ceased to be talked of or remembered. But many hundred miles away, in another state, the Rumseys still flourish, and occasionally boast of their charming friend Harry Armitage, and the elegant Mrs. Grey. Who that mingles in the harlequin crowd of this jostling, restless world, has not known one person at least who might belong to the Rumseys? * * * * * EDEN. BY JOHN A. STEIN. Proudly down the western mountains Rolls the monarch of the skies, And the heavy clouds around him In a craggy archway rise— Seeming, with their rugged edges, In a molten glory bright, Glowing portals to a region Bathed in Eden’s golden light. And as downward from the headland On the wooded vale I gaze, I may view the sunbeam fainting On the forest’s bluish haze— And, in bronzéd lustre winding, Mark the bright Swatara glide, With the trees like joyous pilgrims Flocking by on every side. And I hear the vesper warbling Of the wood-birds ’mid the trees— And I breathe the odorous incense Of the flow’rets of the leas— And I hear the reapers singing ’Mid the nodding yellow grain, Till the universal gladness Wakes a rapture in my brain. And a host of blesséd memories, Long unthought-of, burst their trance— And in fairy garb around me Weave a wild, fantastic dance— Weave a glad and restless measure To the heart’s accordant beat, Circling merrily around it With their airy, agile feet. To my soul they sing a yearning They at times have sung before— “Oh! that upward through the ether I in ecstasy could soar— Burst the shackles which confine me To this slavish earth, and fly With my tinted wings the ranger Of the gleaming evening sky.” And responsive to the cadence, ’Neath inspired Fancy’s spell, With its fringéd wings expanding, Leaps my spirit from its cell; And above it hovering, whispers, In the golden sunset light, “Oh! for one to share the rapture Of my Eden-seeking flight.” By the cloud-arch bounded radiance Of the regions of the blest— By the empress star that gleams above, That cloudy archway’s crest— By the gladness of the earth beneath— The loveliness above— I invoke thee, and entreat thee, Glorious spirit of my Love!