[_To be continued._ * * * * * LINES. I’ve loved thee, as the breeze to kiss the sweetest flowers; I’ve loved thee as the thirsty earth eve’s refreshing showers; I’ve loved thee, as the bird to sing its softly thrilling lay; I’ve loved thee, as the heated rock the ocean’s dashing spray; I’ve loved thee, as the fevered cheek to feel the cooling air; I’ve loved thee, as a mother loves her child of tender care; I’ve loved thee, as the murky morn to hail the sunny beam; I’ve loved thee, as the moonlit loves to dance upon the stream— As all these, did I love thee, and with yet a wilder spell; ’Till thy coldness caused my spirit to sound love’s parting knell; And though in fearful stillness my life glides gently on, There is one note of harmony I feel forever gone. Other hands might sweep the strings, and even thine may try, But never shall an echoing sound to the sweet tune reply. ANNIE GREY. * * * * * ARIADNE. BY HENRY B. HIRST. O, thrice as swiftly as yon argent gull On snowy pinions cleaves the azure sky, Thy galley cuts the purple wave, and flies my eager, straining eye. O, Thésëus, beloved and beautiful, My lovely warrior, white-limbed, like a god, Why hast thou left me on this desert isle, save by ourselves, untrod? Immortal Jove, divine Progenitor, Exert thy power; reverse his sails:—O, King Of Gods and Men, why does the cup of love conceal the scorpion’s sting? Like ghastly ghosts, with veiled and weeping orbs, My hopes depart; cadaverous Despair Sits glaring at me with his wolfy eyes: bid the foul thing forbear! On yester-eve, at this forgotten isle— Forgotten almost of gods—our storm-beat bark Let fall its ponderous flakes; night, like a falcon, swooped, and all was dark. Here, where this lonely palm expands its leaves, Our couch was spread; yes, here, on Theseus’ breast I laid my head, and, like a love-sick dove, sunk meaningly to rest. My sleep was restless: from the Realm of Dreams Came changing shadows: I beheld my home— Our hills, like wrinkle-faced, white-headed men—our cataract’s snowy foam. I saw myself a merry, mad-cap girl, Dancing along our glades, with laughing eyes; Light-footed as our deer—free as the birds that filled our happy skies. And then a woman, still most happy, though A shadow rested on my sunny brow, Such as a wintry cloud, when all is light, throws faintly over snow.