Oh, Mary, idol of my life, My heart’s young mate, my soul’s sweet bride, Dear soother of my spirit’s strife, I would that thou wert by my side, And I would kneel on this green sod In love to thee and praise to God, And, gazing in thy gentle eyes, Dream but of thee and Paradise. I see thy name in yon blue sky, In every sound thy name I hear, All nature paints it to my eye And breathes it in my listening ear; I read it in the moon’s sweet beam, The starlight prints it on the stream, And wave and breeze and singing bird Speak to my soul the blesséd word. * * * * * [Illustration: THE QUEEN OF THE WOODS.] * * * * * THE LADY OF THE ROCK. A LEGEND OF NEW ENGLAND. BY MISS M. J. WINDLE. (_Concluded from page 334._) CHAPTER XV. wrought gems, Medallions, rare mosaics and antiques From Italy, the niches filled: Thine is the power to give Thine to deny, Joy for the hour I live. Calmness to die.—WILLIS. AS the object of young Stanley’s visit to England has no bearing upon the _dénouement_ of this tale, we will not follow his footsteps thither. It is probable, however, that we may meet with him on his return, for we, too, although not in company with him, are about to cross the Atlantic, and bear our reader along with us. It is known that when Alice Heath sailed for England, she had strong hopes from obtaining an interview with Charles II., that she might succeed by her persuasions, in procuring the pardon of her husband and father. These hopes, however, were by no means so strong as she had given the outcasts reason to believe, for it had been clearly represented to her, how difficult she might find it, owing to his bitterness against the murderers of his father. Yet there were those who advised her to the step, on the ground that her chance of success, although, indeed, thus slender, was by no means entirely void. And, on this bare possibility, the heroic wife and daughter had torn herself from the exiles, braved the perils of the ocean alone, and again set foot in her native land.