* * * * * The great secret of succeeding in conversation, is to admire little, to hear much, always to distrust our own reason, and sometimes that of our friends; never to pretend to wit, but to make that of others appear as much as possibly we can; to hearken to what is said and to answer to the purpose. Ut jam nunc dicat jam nunc debentia dici. {413} LOSING AND WINNING. _By the author of the “Cottage in the Glen,” “Sensibility,”_ &c. Think not, the husband gained, that all is done; The prize of happiness must still be won; And, oft, the careless find it to their cost, The lover in the husband may be lost; The graces might, alone, his heart allure— They and the virtues, meeting, must secure. _Lord Lyttleton_. Can I not win his love? Is not his heart of “penetrable stuff?” Will not submission, meekness, patience, truth, Win his esteem?—a sole desire to please, Conquer indifference?—they must—they will! Aid me, kind heaven—I'll try! _Anon._ It was a bright and beautiful autumnal evening. The earth was clad in a garb of the richest and brightest hues; and the clear cerulean of the heavens, gave place, near the setting sun, to a glowing ‘saffron color,’ over which was hung a most magnificent drapery of crimson clouds. Farther towards both the north and south, was suspended here and there a sable curtain, fringed with gold, folded as but one hand could fold them. They seemed fitting drapery to shroud the feet of Him, who “maketh the clouds his chariot, who rideth upon the wings of the wind.”