Her smile is a lie;

There's a sting in her mirth :
Come leave all the dreams

Of this transient night,

And bask in the beams

Of an endless light.

M' CHEYNE.

HUMAN LIFE.

I STOOD by the towers of Ardenveile,
And the bells rang forth a jocund peal:
Loudly and merrily rang they then,
O'er field, and valley, and silver glen;

And each cheek looked bright as the blush of morn,
And each voice sounded gay as the huntsman's horn,
And each heart was glad; for an heiress was born.

And again, by those portals proud, I stand,
And prancing came forth a gallant band;
And there was the priest in his robes of white,
And there was a maiden youthful and bright,
And a gallant knight rode by her side,

And the sounds of joy echoed far and wide;
For the heiress was Rudolph de Courcy's bride.

I stood by those time-worn towers again,
And once more came forth a gallant train;

And I saw that same priest, but sad was his pace;

And I saw that same knight, but he shrouded his face;
And I saw not that maiden, in beauty's bloom;
But a shroud, and a bier, and a sable plume!
For the heiress was borne to her forefather's tomb.

And such is our frail human life at the best,
A mother's, a lover's, the green earth's breast;
A wreath that is formed of flowerets three,
Primrose, and myrtle, and rosemary;
A hopeful, a joyful, a sorrowful stave;
A launch, a voyage, a whelming wave;
The cradle, the bridal bed, and the grave.

NEELE.

OUR UNCHANGEABLE GOD.

THERE's nought on earth to rest upon; all things are changing here;

The smiles of joy we gaze upon, the friends we count most dear;

ONE FRIEND alone is changeless, the ONE too oft

forgot,

Whose love has stood for ages past; for JESUS changeth not.

The sweetest flower on earth that sheds its fragrance

round,

Ere evening comes, has withered, and lies upon the ground:

The dark and dreary desert has only one green spot; 'Tis found in living pastures with Him who changeth not.

And clouds o'ercast our summer sky, so beautiful, so

bright,

And while we still admire it, it darkens into night: One sky alone is cloudless, there darkness enters not; "Tis found alone with JESUS, and JESUS changeth not.

And friendship's smile avails not to cheer us here below; For smiles are oft deceitful, and quickly ebb and flow; One smile alone can gladden, whate'er the pilgrim's lot; It is the smile of JESUS, for JESUS changeth not.

And thus our bark moves onward o'er life's tempestuous sea,

While death's all-changing hand is stamped on all we see, But faith has found a living ONE, whose hope deceiveth not;

For life is hid with JESUS, and JESUS changeth not.

There's nought on earth to rest upon, all things are changing here,

The smiles of joy we gaze upon, the friends we count most dear:

ONE FRIEND alone is changeless, the ONE too oft forgot,

Whose love has stood for ages past; for JESUS changeth not.

F. W.

THE WATERFALL.

I LOVE the roaring waterfall
Within some deep romantic glen;
'Mid desert wilds, remote from all
The gay and busy haunts of men;
For its loud thunders sound to me
Like voices from eternity.

They tell of ages long gone by,
And beings that have passed away,
Who sought, perhaps, with curious eye,
These rocks where now I love to stray :
And thus its thunders sound to me
Like voices from eternity.

And from the past they seem to call

My spirit to the realms beyond,

The ruin that must soon befall

These scenes, where grandeur sits enthroned :

And thus its thunders sound to me

Like voices from eternity.

For I am on a torrent borne,
That whirls me rapidly away.

From morn to eve, from eve to morn,
From month to month, from day to day;
And all that live and breathe with me.
Are hurrying to eternity.

This mighty cataract's thundering sound
In louder thunders soon must die;
And all these rugged mountains round
Uprooted must in ruin lie:

But that dread hour will prove to me
The dawning of eternity.

Eternity! that vast unknown!
Who can that deep abyss explore,
Which swallows up the ages gone,
And rolls its billows evermore ?
O may I find that boundless sea,
A bright, a blest eternity.

THE WILD WALLFLOWER ON THE CRUMBLING BATTLEMENTS.

WHAT various turns of chance and fate

This mouldering pile has known!
What rude magnificence and state

Within its walls were shown,