me
The grateful thanks with which I mission thee!
Then should thy sisters, wasted, wronged, upbraid,
Speak _thou_ for me--for thou wert not betrayed!

'Twas little--true--I could to thee impart--
I, with my simple, frail and wayward heart;
But that I strove the diamond sands to light,
In Life's rich hour-glass, with _Love's_ rainbow flight;

And that one generous spirit owed to me
A moment of exulting ecstasy;
And that I won o'er wrong a queenly sway--
For this, thou'lt smile for me in Heaven, my Day!

SAM NEEDY.

A TALE OF THE PENITENTIARY.

BY LOUIS FITZGERALD TASISTRO.

Several years ago, a man of the name of Samuel Needy, a poor artisan,
was living in London. He had with him a wife, and a child by this
wife. This artisan was skillful, quick, intelligent, very ill-treated
by education, very well-treated by nature--able to think, but not to
read. One winter his work failed him--there was neither fire nor food
in his garret; the man, the woman, and the child were cold and hungry;
he committed a theft; it is unnecessary to state what he stole, or
whence he stole it. Suffice it to know, that the consequences of this
theft were three days' food and fire to the wife and child, and five
years of imprisonment to the man.

Sam Needy, lately an honest man, now and henceforth a thief, was
dignified and grave in appearance; his high forehead was already
wrinkled, though he was still young; some gray lines lurked among the
black and bushy tufts of his hair; his eye was soft, and buried deep
beneath his lofty and well-turned eye-brow; his nostrils were open,
his chin advancing, his lip scornful; it was a fine head--let us see
what society made of it.

He was a man of few words--more frequent gestures--somewhat imperious
in his whole manner, and one to make himself obeyed; of a melancholy
air--rather serious than suffering; for all that he had suffered
enough.

In the place where he was confined there was a director of the
work-rooms--a kind of functionary peculiar to prisons, who combined in
himself the offices of turnkey and tradesman, who would at the same
time issue an order to the workman and threaten the prisoner--put
tools in his hand and irons on his feet. This man was a variety of his
own species--a man peremptory, tyrannical, governed by his fancies,
holding tight the reins of his authority, and yet, on occasion, a boon
companion, jovial and condescending