"Love is A beautiful feeling in a woman's heart, When felt, as only woman love _can_ feel! _Pure, as the snow-fall, when its latest shower_ _Sinks on spring-flowers; deep, as a cave-locked fountain;_ _And changeless as the cypress' green leaves;_ _And like them, sad!_--She nourished Fond hopes and sweet anxieties, and fed A passion unconfessed, till he she loved Was wedded to another. Then she grew Moody and melancholy; one alone Had power to soothe her in her wanderings, Her gentle sister;--but that sister died, And the unhappy girl was left alone, A _maniac_. She would wander far, and shunned Her own accustomed dwelling; and her haunt Was that dead sister's grave: and that to her Was as a home." We have italicised such of the lines as we think breathe the air and spirit of genuine poetry. The snow flake has often been used as the emblem of purity; but the snow flake reposing on beds of vernal blossoms, is to us original as well as highly poetical. The "cave-locked fountain" too, with its lone, deep, and quiet waters, seems to us to express with force that profound and melancholy sentiment which the writer intended to illustrate. We shall conclude our selections with the one addressed _to a lady whose singing resembled that of an absent sister_. "Oh! touch the chord yet once again, Nor chide me, though I weep the while; Believe me, that deep, seraph strain Bore with it memory's moonlight smile. It murmured of an absent friend; The voice, the air, 'twas all her own; And hers those wild, sweet notes, which blend In one mild, murmuring, touching tone. And days and months have darkly passed, Since last I listened to her lay; And sorrow's cloud its shade hath cast, Since then, across my weary way. Yet still the strain comes sweet and clear, Like seraph-whispers, lightly breathing; Hush, busy memory,--sorrow's tear Will blight the garland thou art wreathing. 'Tis sweet, though sad--yes, I will stay, I cannot tear myself away. I thank thee, lady, for the strain, The tempest of my soul is still; Then touch the chord yet once again, For thou canst calm the storm at will."