I felt that the parting hour was near. When I heard her whisper low-- "Take me once more, my father dear, To see my roses grow. {104} "Take me once more to the sunny pool Where the dear white lilies sail, And below their leaves, through the crystal depth, The buds lurk mildly pale. "Take me once more to the waterfall, That seems blithe as a child at play; Where the ivy creeps on the mossy wall, And the fern-leaves kiss the spray." So I bore her along through the summer air, And she looked with a dreamy eye At the brook, the pool, and the lilies fair. And she bade them all good bye. Next day my darling's voice was gone; But her yearning spirit-eyes Told how she longed for a nameless boon, And love made my guessing wise, Again I bore her beneath the trees, Where their soil green shadows lay; But a darker shadow stole o'er my child, And at sunset she passed away! -------- From The Irish Industrial Magazine. THE RISE AND PROGRESS OF BOOKS. The manufacture of books has grown from obscure and insignificant beginnings, in a commercial point of view, to what it has become in our day--an industrial resource of great importance--and as such inviting our attention to see and examine its growth. The importance of literature, as the great agent for educating the intellect for good or for evil, is obvious to the most unreflecting; but it is not so generally thought of, in the subordinate or trade aspect, as giving employment to many hands and heads, that might not easily have found the means of subsistence elsewhere.