Roll on by tower and arch, autumnal river; And ere about thy dusk yet gleaming tide The phantom of dead day hath ceased to glide, Whisper it to the reeds that round thee quiver-- Yea, whisper to those ivy-bowers that shiver Hard by on gusty choir and cloister wide: "My bubbles break; my weed-flowers seaward glide: My freshness and my mission last for ever!" Young moon, from leaden tomb of cloud that soarest, And whitenest those hoar elm-trees, wrecks forlorn Of olden Airedale's hermit-haunted forest, Speak thus: "I died; and lo, I am reborn!" Blind, patient pile, sleep on in radiance! Truth Fails not; and faith once more shall wake in endless youth. AUBREY DE VERE. ------ {37} From The Month. CONSTANCE SHERWOOD. AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY. BY LADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON. CHAPTER XIII. One day there was a great deal of company at Mistress Wells's house, which was the only one I then haunted, being as afore said, somewhat sickened of society and diversions. The conversation which was mostly ministered amongst such as visited there related to public affairs and foreign countries, and not so much as in some other houses to private scandals and the tattle of the town. The uncertainty I was in concerning my father's present abode and his known intent soon to cross over the sea from France worked in me a constant craving for news from abroad, and also an apprehensive curiosity touching reports of the landing of seminary priests at any of the English ports. Some would often tarry at Mr. Wells's house for a night who had lately come from Rheims or Paris, and even Rome, or leastways received letters from such as resided in those distant parts. And others I met there were persons who had friends at court; and they often related anecdotes of the queen and the ministers, and the lords and ladies of her household, which it also greatly concerned me to hear of, by reason of my dearest friend having embarked her whole freight of happiness in a frail vessel launched on that stormy sea of the court, so full of shoals and quicksands, whereby many a fair ship was daily chanced to be therein wrecked.