'Gourrilu has probably given you the perfumes you ordered for your pretty cousin; Martial would not receive the money. He said that he was in your debt. Dubroussin sends his love. We had such a charming supper at his house! You were the only one wanting. I was obliged to bring Chapelle home in my carriage, dead drunk: to pay for it, I left him the next day under the table at _La Pomme de Pin_, where he has passed more than one night. 'I shall try to get to the levee next Sunday. My uncle is doing his best to make me rejoin my regiment. If he should succeed, I shall see you on my way. I should much prefer to have the meeting take place here; but whatever happens, believe me, etc., 'HERNOUVILLE.' STANZAS TO MARY. Thine eye is like the violet, Thou hast the lily's grace; And the pure thoughts of a maiden's heart Are writ upon thy face. And like a pleasant melody To which memory hath clung, Falls thy voice in the loved accent Of mine own New-England tongue. New-England--dear New-England! All numberless they lie, The green graves of my people, Beneath her far blue sky; And the same bright sun that shineth On thy home at early morn, Lights the dwellings of my kindred, And the house where I was born. Oh, fairest of her daughters! That bid'st me so rejoice 'Neath the starlight of thy beauty And the music of thy voice, While Memory hath power In my breast her joys to wake, I will love thee, Mary, for thine own And for New-England's sake. M. E. HEWITT. ON RIVERS AND OTHER THINGS. If I were as tedious as a King, I could find in my heart to bestow it all on your worship.--SHAKS. It is a comfort still remaining to me, to reflect, that after all the evil that the Tourists, the Reviewers and the Satirists of England together have said and done and imagined of America, they have never yet annihilated our Lakes; dispossessed us of our Rivers; disproved our Waterfalls; nor made bitter to us, our fountains and streams and brooks and water-courses. I thank GOD with a full heart that from whatever cause these still abide unchanged among us; still flow, still control the ear with the majesty of sound, and make glad the solitary places of the heart.