I do not think old Hugh would have known anything, at first hand, of "the peach bloom," or of "the blood-red Mars." The poem, forty years ago, had many variations, but there is one line of special interest, as it shows that the verses were known to Charlotte Bronte. The verse, with a slight variation, is put into the mouth of Jane Eyre. Rochester says: "Jane suits me; do I suit her?" Jane answers: "To the finest fibre of my nature, sir." ALICE AND HUGH. The red rose paled before the blush That mantled o'er thy dimpled cheek, The peach bloom faded at the flush That tinged thy beauty ripe and meek. Thy milk-white brow outshone the snow: Thy lustrous eyes outglanced the stars: Thy cherry lips, with love aglow, Burned ruddier than the blood-red Mars. Thy sweet, low voice waked in my heart Dead memories of my mother's love. My long-lost sister's artless art Lived in thy smiles, my gentle dove. Dear Alice, how thy charm and grace Kindled my dull and stagnant life! From first I saw thy winning face, My whole heart claimed thee for my wife. I thought you'd make me happy, dear: I sought you for my very own: You clung to me through storm and fear: You loved me still, though poor and lone. My love was centred all in self: Thy love was centred all in me: True wife, above all pride and pelf, My life's deep current flows for thee. The finest fibres of my soul Entwine with thine in love's strong fold; Our tin cup is a golden bowl; Love fills our cot with wealth untold. THE LEGEND OF THE ELEPHANT AND THE LION. BY HENRY M. STANLEY. Copyright, 1893, by Henry M. Stanley.