Its freshness out at last upon a shrine Of gilded clay! Our barque floats proudly on— The waves of Time may bear us calmly o’er This life’s deep under-current—but the tones Of love that woke the echoes of the Past Are stilled, or only murmur mournfully, “_No more—oh! never more!_” And other hearts who bow before the shrine Of young though shadowed beauty—can they know What is the idol that they seek to win? A _mind the monument_—a _form_ the _grave_— Where sleep the ashes of a “_wasted heart_!” * * * * * A HEALTH TO MY BROTHER. BY R. PENN SMITH. Fill the bowl to the brim, there’s no use in complaining; We’ll drown the dark dream, while a care is remaining; And though the sad tear may embitter the wine, Drink half, never fear, the remainder is mine. True, others may drink in the lightness of soul, But the pleasure I think is the tear in the bowl; Then fill up the bowl with the roseate wine, And the tears of my soul shall there mingle with thine. And that being done, we will quaff it, my brother; Who drinks of the one should partake of the other. Thy head is now gray, and I follow with pain.— Pshaw! think of our day, and we’re children again. ’Tis folly to grieve that our life’s early vision Shone but to deceive, and then flit in derision. A fairy-like show, far too fragile to last; As bright as the rain-bow, and fading as fast. ’Tis folly to mourn that our hearts’ foolish kindness Received in return but deceit for their blindness; And vain to regret that false friends have all flown; Since fortune hath set, we can buffet alone. Then fill up the glass, there’s no use in repining That friends quickly leave us, when fortune’s declining— Let each drop a tear in the roseate bowl; A tear that’s sincere, and then pledge to the soul. * * * * * “WHAT CAN WOMAN DO?” OR THE INFLUENCE OF AN EXAMPLE. BY ALICE B. NEAL. Good, therefore, is the counsel of the Son of Sirach. “Show not thy valiantness in wine; for wine hath destroyed many.” Jeremy Taylor. “I am glad you admire my pretty cousin,” said Isabel Gray to a gentleman seated near her. “She deserves all her good fortune, which is the highest possible compliment when you see how devoted her husband is and what a palace-like home he has given her.” “It does, indeed, seem the very abode of taste and elegance,” and the speaker looked around the luxurious apartment with undisguised admiration.