I through gay and brilliant places Long my wayward course had bound, Oft had gazed on beauteous faces, But no loved one yet had found. Careless, onward did I saunter, Seeking no beloved to see, Rather dreading such encounter, Wishing ever to be free. Thus from all temptation fleeing, Hoped I long unchecked to rove, 'Till the fair Louisa seeing,-- Who can see her, and not love? Sol, his splendid robes arrayed in, Just behind the hills was gone, When one eve I saw the maiden Tripping o'er the verdant lawn. Of a strange, tumultuous feeling, As I gazed I felt the sway, And, with brain on fire and reeling, Homeward quick I bent my way. Through my bosom rapid darting, Love 'twas plain I could not brave, And with boasted freedom parting, I became Louisa's slave. THE HUSBAND'S LAMENT. BY P. PELSKY. Parted now, alas! for ever From the object of my heart, Thus by cruel fate afflicted, Grief shall be my only part, I, bereft of her blest presence, Shall my life in anguish spend, Joy a stranger to my bosom, Wo with every thought shall blend. Double was my meed of pleasure When in it a share she bore, Of my pains, though keen and piercing, Viewing her I thought no more. All is past! and I, unhappy, Here on earth am left alone, All my transports now are vanished, Blissful hours! how swiftly flown. Vainly friends, with kind compassion, Me to calm my grief conjure, Vainly strive my heart to comfort, It the grave alone can cure. Fate one hope allows me only, Which allays my bosom's pain-- Death our loving hearts divided, Death our hearts can join again! COUNSEL. BY DMEETRIEFF. Youth, those moments so entrancing, Spend in sports and pleasures gay, Mirth and singing, love and dancing, Like a shade thou'lt pass away! Nature points the way before us, Friends to her sweet voice give ear, Form the dances, raise the chorus, We but for an hour are here. Think the term of mirth and pleasure Comes no more when once gone by, Let us prize life's only treasure, Blest with love and jollity. And the bard all sorrows scorning, Who, though old, still joins your ring, With gay wreaths of flowers adorning Crown him that he still may sing. Youth, those moments so entrancing, Spend in sports and pleasures gay, Mirth and singing, love and dancing, Like a shade thou'lt pass away! STANZAS. BY NELAIDINSKY. He whose soul from sorrow dreary, Weak and wretched, nought can save, Who in sadness, sick and weary, Hopes no refuge but the grave; On his visage Pleasure beaming, Ne'er shall shed her placid ray, Till kind Fate, from wo redeeming, Leads him to his latest day.