’Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o’er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So, soon may _I_ follow, When friendships decay, And from Love’s shining circle The gems drop away; When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? Although in private fashionable circles, like the “Meeting of the Waters,” this song is rarely heard yet now and then the air, or the words and the air united, break unexpectedly upon us in public, and the effect is almost electric. Well do we remember, on the first appearance of Herz, the effect produced on a crowded assembly, combining nearly all the musical taste and talent of our city, when, after a rapturous _encore_, he let his fingers fall with the exquisite grace that marked his playing on the keys of the piano, and “The Last Rose of Summer” trembled upon the hushed air. Literally, a pin might have been heard falling upon the floor. There was not a heart there that did not respond to the melody as an outburst of true emotion. The same effect was produced, not long since, when this air came thrilling over a large audience in the Musical Fund Hall, from the violincello of Knoop, and, soon after, from the warbling throat of Madame Bishop. Not to the players nor singer was this effect wholly to be ascribed. The power lay in the melody itself, to which they gave a full expression. So long as there is an ear that can appreciate nature’s own music, and a heart to be touched by genuine emotion, “The Last Rose of Summer” will continue to be a favorite. * * * * * [Illustration: THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.] * * * * * THE EVIL EYE. BY MARY L. LAWSON. PAST from my heart the place and hour When first I met and owned thy power— To shadow life with vain regret, And clouds that darkened when we met— But still through changing years I see The lengthened gaze then fixed on me, As, thrilling with a strange surprise, I trembled ’neath those earnest eyes.