Oh, Robin, Robin, I've miss'd you fu' sairly, Morning, and evening, and a' the day long; Many have treated me unca unfairly: O for your arm so tender and strong: If once again in your love I could hide me, Little I'd care though all else I should lack Sairly I'm needing your wisdom to guide me, Oh, my lost darling, if you could come back! Never again with frowns would I greet you; Never again to your love be unkind; Ever with kisses and smiles I would meet you; Oh, in the days that are gone I was blind! Oh, I was selfish, and foolish, and fretful, Now I remember--remember in vain; But I would never be cross or forgetful, Could you come back to me, darling, again! No, you will never come back to me--never! But I shall come to you, Robin, some day. Then you will ken a' my loving endeavor, Just to grow better since you went away. Yes, you will ken, in that happy to-morrow, I hae been true to you, darling--sae true! Asked my heart always, in joy or in sorrow, "Will it please Robin, the thing that I do?" Oh, in that wonderfu', wonderfu' meeting, What shall I say to him? what will he say? We shallna weary life's story repeating, Seeing the end o' the sorrowfu' way. With such a hope, then, how could I say truly, "Robin, dear Robin, come back unto me!" Heart, answer the thought sae wild and unruly, "Robin, dear Robin, I shall come unto thee!" --_Harper's Weekly._ MRS. WIMBUSH'S REVENGE. (_Concluded from last week._) It was a large picnic party. Mr. Charles Brookshank had drawn Mrs. Wimbush's arm through his own, and strolled away from the rest. "How delightful it would be if one could know the language of birds, as folks did in the old Hindu fairy tales! Would it not, Mr. Brookshank?" "My dear Mrs. Wimbush, they do nothing the whole day long but make love and cry 'Sweet, sweet!' I would I were a bird, to make love in music." The widow sighed, but it was more like a purr of pleasure. "What did I know of love till you came here?" continued Mr. Charles. "Absolutely nothing--except," he added, with reservation, "in a professional way. And then we lawyers generally see the dark side of the picture--the damages and the decrees nisi. But your visit has brightened my whole life. O Mrs. Wimbush, you can not have been blind to my secret! You have seen it written legibly in my face, and have not interposed to check its development. I see you understand me, just as by intuitive fine feeling you can penetrate the meaning of Mendelssohn's Songs without Words. Mrs. Wimbush, you have already far advanced toward learning the birds' language. I may rely upon your consent?" "Charles, this happiness is indeed too much," ejaculated the widow. "You need never be separated from your daughter Carry. A home for one is a home for both; and I will cherish her while I live."