Trims with care the artful curl To attract her lover's eyes And, with riband neat arrayed, But, alas! a storm comes on, Hat and happiness are gone, Deluged by the drenching rain. Where seeks manhood? where seeks age? Some in pleasure, some in fame; Some from learning's gifted page Strive to build themselves a name. Some in wealth the shade pursue, Ever to their wish untrue, Farther still the phantom flies. Know, ye seekers, 't is alone In Religion's path she goes, Pointing ever to His throne, Whence the stream of pleasure flows. Though this earth has show of cheer, But she dwells alone in Heaven. C. W. T. THE WISH. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. PSALM LV. 56. WOULD that I were a dove! with silvery wing, From this cold earth in joyous flight to spring, Upborne with swiftest pinions on my way, Then, as the traveller o'er some desert spot, Fatigued and parched beneath the noonday beams, At eve, attain some cool sequestered grot, And find refreshing shade and limpid streams; There would my wearied breast enjoy repose, And bliss more pure than all the world bestows. D. F. M. A WORD TO A NEWLY MARRIED LADY. ALLOW me to offer you my congratulations on the relative change which has taken place in your social condition, and to assure you, that my prayer to God for you is, that you may live through a long life in the uninterrupted enjoyment of conjugal and domestic happiness. I certainly do not wish to intrude any remarks that may have a tendency to depress your feelings; but, as it is possible that you may anticipate a higher degree of felicity than has ever been enjoyed since the expulsion of the first wedded pair from the Eden of innocence and of joy, you will permit me to suggest to you the propriety of underrating your expectations. The state into which you have entered is unquestionably more favourable to personal happiness |