WHAT I most prize in woman Is her affection, not her intellect. Compare me with the great men of the earth-- What am I? Why, a pigmy among giants! But if thou lovest--mark me, I say lovest-- The greatest of thy sex excels thee not! The world of the affections is thy world-- Not that of man's ambition. In that stillness Which most becomes a woman, calm and holy, Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, Feeding its flame. The element of fire Is pure. It cannot change nor hide its nature, But burns as brightly in a gypsy camp As in a palace hall. How forcible are the following thoughtful lines: HYP. HAST thou e'er reflected How much lies hidden in that one word _now_? VIC. Yes; all the awful mystery of Life! I oft have thought, my dear Hypolito, That could we, by some spell of magic, change The world and its inhabitants to stone, In the same attitudes they now are in, What fearful glances downward might we cast Into the hollow chasms of human life! What groups should we behold about the death-bed, Putting to shame the group of Niobe! What joyful welcomes, and what sad farewells! What stony tears in those congealéd eyes! What visible joy or anguish in those cheeks! What bridal pomps, and what funereal shows! What foes, like gladiators, fierce and struggling! What lovers with their marble lips together! But we are admonished of our lack of space; and are left only room to say to every lover--whether of some precious maid, or more precious 'wife and mother now,' or lover only of the beautiful and the true in poetry--to obtain the 'Spanish Student,' and lay 'its gentle teachings to the new-warmed heart.' CLASSICAL STUDIES: ESSAYS ON ANCIENT LITERATURE AND ART: with the Biography and Correspondence of eminent Philologists. By DAVID SEARS, President of Newton Theological Institution; Professor B. B. EDWARDS, of Andover; and Professor C. C. FELTON, of Harvard University. Boston: GOULD, KENDALL, AND LINCOLN.