thou go, and no farther.” Possibly they may not understand it all. They will think sadly that my life has been a failure, and it may have been; still I am glad to have lived it. It has been grand, glorious, and yet I am a little weary, and am impatient for the end. And very soon it came, and March went from the storm, and the tempest, the longing and the pain, into light ineffable, and peace eternal. _PURE AS THE LILIES._ BY HENRIETTA E. PAGE. She held out her hands for the lilies, Her blue eyes so eager and bright, And holding them close to her bosom, She murmured her soft toned “Dood night.” “Ah! baby, my own little darling, Though the lilies be never so fair, The gold at their hearts is no brighter Than the glinting strands of your hair.” As you in my arms slumber lightly, Your bright lashes kiss your fair cheek, I pray the kind God to keep safely My own little blossom so meek. Then laying her safe in her cradle, The lilies clasped close to her breast, And kissing her dewy lips softly, I leave her alone to her rest. The breath of the flowers is no sweeter Than the breath of my babe I ween, The petals no whiter or purer Than the soul of my wee heart’s queen. South Boston, Mass. _MEN OF OLD NOTTINGHAM AT THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL._ BY JOHN SCALES, DOVER, N. H. That old Roman, Sallust, says: “Surely fortune rules all things. She makes everything famous or obscure rather from caprice than in conformity with truth. The exploits of the Athenians, as far as I can judge, were very great and glorious, something inferior, however, to what fame has represented them. But because writers of great talent flourished there, the actions of the Athenians are celebrated over the world as the most splendid achievements. Thus the merit of those who have acted is estimated at the highest point to which illustrious intellects could exalt it in their writings.”