Hear gently all the tale of her distress. The heart that loved her loves not now, yet lives. What the eye sees and the ear hears--the hand That wooing led her thro' the rosy paths Of girlhood, and the lenten lanes of Love, The brow whereon she trembled her first kiss, The lips that had sole privilege of hers, The eyes wherein she saw the Universe, The bosom where she slept the sleep of joy, The voice that made it sacred to her sleep With lustral vows; that which doth walk the World Man among Men, is near her now. But He Who wandered with her thro' the ways of Youth, Who won the tender freedom of the lip, Who took her to the bosom dedicate And chaste with vows, who in the perfect whole Of gracious Manhood, was the god that stood In her young Heaven, round whom the subject stars Circled; in whose dear train, where'er he passed Thronged charmèd powers; at whose advancing feet Upspringing happy seasons and sweet times Made fond court caroling; who but moved to stir All things submissive, which did magnify And wane as ever with his changing will She changed the centre of her infinite; He In whom she worshiped Truth, and did obey Goodness; in whose sufficient love she felt, Fond Dreamer! the eternal smile of all Angels and men; round whom, upon his neck, Her thoughts did hang; whom lacking they fell down Distract to the earth; He whom she _loved_ and who Loved her of old--in the long days before Chaos, the empyrean days!--(Poor heart She phrased it so) is no more: and oh, God! Thorough all Time and that transfigured Time We call Eternity, will be no more. [From the Dublin University Magazine.] ACTORS AND THEIR SALARIES.