bearing seasons pass away, and winter comes apace, with withered aspect, and bitter biting breath; the face of the universe becomes dark, and the trust, and faith, and joy of our souls, fade into doubt, disbelief, and sorrow. Infirmity and imperfection pluck us back from our heavenward flight, and the weight of our mortality drags us down fast, fast again towards the earth. These fair outward creatures, and the blessed emotions they excite, will pass away,--must--do pass away,--and where is the abiding revelation of God to which we shall turn? It lives for ever, in the still burning light of a strong and steadfast soul; in the resolute will and high unshaken purpose of good; in the quiet, calm, collected might of reason; in the undying warmth and brightness of a pure and holy heart. * * * * * My ride did me ten thousand goods. As we were riding through Mrs. ----'s farm, a little boy came running to meet me with his hand full of beautiful flowers, which he stood upon tiptoe to thrust into my hand, and, without waiting to be thanked, rushed back into the house. I was delighted: the flowers were exquisite, and the manner of the gift very enchanting. Altogether, I do not know when I have been so completely filled with pleasurable emotions as during this ride. * * * * * * * * * * LINES. To the smooth beach, the silver sea Comes rippling in a thousand smiles, And back again runs murmuringly, To break around yon distant isles. The sunshine, through a floating veil Of golden clouds, looks o'er the wave, And gilds, far off, the outline pale, Of many a rocky cape and cave, The breath of spring comes balmily Over the newly-blossom'd earth; The smile of spring, on sea, and sky, Is shedding light, and love, and mirth. I would that thou wert by my side, As underneath the rosy bloom Of flowering orchard trees I ride, And drink their fragrant fresh perfume; I would that thou wert by my side, To feel this soft air on thy brow, And listen to the chiming tide Along that smooth shore breaking now; I would that thou wert here to bless, As I do now, the love and care, That, with such wealth of loveliness, Have made life's journeying-land so fair. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *