He gazeth on the rill that is her love, But cannot pierce the bower of modesty Where roses, and where lilies twine above Its fount, and load the air with fragrancy. He hears its voice of heavenly melody; He sees, above, the bow of beauty spanned; He drinks; the draught has power his soul to free From all its ills; he feels his heart expand; He bears a charmed life; he walks on Eden land. Creature of impulse! but of impulse trained To do the bidding of a gentle heart, What man by years of study hath not gained, Thy spirit's teaching doth to thee impart. To him the unknown, to thee the easy art, To sway his reason and control his will; And when the unbidden gusts of passion start, To lay the whirlwind and bid all be still, And Peace, the vacant throne of Anarchy, to fill. * * * * * My cherished one! this tributary lay Upon thy natal morn thy husband brings; The gathered thoughts of many a weary day. Weary, save that my soul, on Fancy's wings, Borne as a bird that towards its eyrie springs, Flew where was thine to hold communion sweet: Save that each blissful memory, that clings Around my heart, would, as a dream, repeat Unnumbered vanished hours, with love and joy replete. As, when the orb that makes the day, declines, The twilight hour prolongs its cheering reign, My sun (thy love) through memory's twilight shines, Till its fair morning breaks on me again. Then shall my song resume in bolder strain The praises of thy sex, while I behold The loveliness, whose image I retain Within my heart—then shall my arms enfold Her who hath been to me, more than my lay hath told. MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT POETRY. Ever since I could write my name, I have been troubled with a disease which is spreading alarmingly in this our day and generation—I mean _Cacoethes Scribendi_; and the best antidote I have ever been able to discover for it, I received lately from the “Literary Messenger”—the rejection of my articles. At that time I imagined myself perfectly cured; but, unlike some other diseases, this can be had more than once, and the man who could invent some vaccinating process to prevent it, would deserve more gratitude from the present generation than the discoverer of vaccination against small pox.