HUGGING THE SHORE. 66 Do you think you will hug the shore, captain, to-day?" Asked a saucy young flirt, with a smile; With a crimson flush was dyed her cheek, And over her brow swept the roseate hue, The captain glanced at the distant shore, The shore was distant, and she was near, And around her waist crept the captain's hand- KINDNESS. One single word of heart-felt kindness Yet how oft we, in our blindness, The most precious wealth withhold. Like soft dews on thirsting flowers, And its magical, blest showers Is the soul's best healing art. Oh! however sad and lonely Life's dark, sterile path may be, How can we know of the troubles Then, forgiving and forgetting, Let for aye the kind word fall; Only our own sins regretting Then this life will be a pleasure, Will be more than filled above. CHILD AND BLIND MAN ON BROADWAY. Thank God for children! for they give An angel? No, 't is but a child of earth, Of scanty garments; But tattered robes hide not the wealth and grace Have been her very own. But Nature sells not-freely does she give. Gives mind and beauty to his favored few; To some he grants more than their meed of wealth, And to the rest he opes his store of health. This child is leading by her gentle hand Her aged grandsire, on whose sightless eyes On, on they pass — but ah! that piercing scream Awakes me is it but a dream? No! there he stands in middle of Broadway, THE DYING YEAR. Shadows on the snow are lying, Tell me, year, before thy fleeting, Old year, whisper-still I listen! And the old year tells me, dying, "Child of earth, cease, cease thy crying: Old year, give me, ere thy leaving, Token that I may cease grieving; Make my faith pure, keep me believing Silver clouds are o'er me sailing, "I leave thee LOVE and HOPE." THIS MISS MARGIE P. SWAIN. HIS gifted young writer is a native of Taliaferro County, in the State of Georgia; but in early life she became a resident of Alabama. Her home is with her adopted parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Swain, of Talladega County. The great civil war, at its inception in 1861, found Miss Swain, then scarcely entered on her teens, a pupil of White Chapel Female Seminary, near Talladega. In common with almost all of her sex, from the youngest to the oldest, resident in the States where slavery existed, she became an ardent Southerner in her feeling. As the contest proceeded to more and more sanguinary horrors and gigantic proportions, her interest deepened accordingly, and the stirrings of genius within her broke forth in poetical expression. At a period of life when most young girls are busying themselves with lessons in geography or algebra, her daring mind actually planned and executed "Lochlin," a regular "romaunt of the war," in iambic verse, unaided by other hands, and urged forward solely by the inspiration of her own genius. It was completed, and put through the press at Selma, Alabama, at an age younger than that at which a vast majority of the poets have made their way into the publication vestibule of the temple of fame. The first edition of this poem abounded with typographical and other errors, resulting in great part from the manifold difficulties experienced by publishers as results of the war. In this first edition, the poem was entitled "Mara," for which the young authoress has substituted "Lochlin " in a new edition soon to appear. Since the publication referred to in 1864, Miss Swain has spent a portion of her time at school; has mastered an extensive course of literary and historical reading, and has written many other poems, soon likewise to be given by her publishers to the world. The most considerable of these is "Constantius," an historical drama of the times of the immediate successors of Constantine the Great. We venture the prediction that Miss Swain's "Constantius" will prove a decided triumph in the difficult art of dramatic composition, and a faithful portraiture of Roman life in the fourth century. Her minor poems, sufficient of themselves to form a respectable volume in point of size, display great versatility of powers, range of information, rhythmical aptitude, and rare poetic beauty. And yet all these works of her genius have been produced while she has so constantly been seen in the school-room, or the gay circle of thoughtless companions, that it is wonder to those who know her best how or when they were written. This fact is of itself a high commentary on the force of her genius, and creates higher hopes for her future great and lasting eminence in literature. A manifest improvement in her later productions is visible; and as she has before her all of that period of life when the full maturity of her intellectual powers may be expected to be realized, other works, surpassing those already produced, may be confidently expected. In person, Miss Swain is about the medium height, of fair complexion, handsome spirited features, and hazel eyes, that, when interested in conversation, glow with singular brilliancy. In conversation, she seldom attempts to display those powers which she seeks to wield through her pen; but when occasionally interested by a congenial companion, her conversation is peculiarly instructive and fascinating. If she can happily steer clear of the maelstrom of matrimony, and life and health be spared to her in the pursuit of literary renown, we confidently predict for her an eminence in the world of letters not excelled by that of any of her country women-and we even hope that she may surpass them all. VANITAS. Ah, vainly we sigh for the summer That dwells in the land of fair flowers; For joy is a flower that bloometh At morning, and fadeth at night; The mem'ry thereof is outblotted By thoughts which each day brings to light. Care roots up the planting of pleasure; |