shrine, and he felt that
his dear little cousin could never stand in a tenderer relation to him.

Clary returned quite in a flutter with the exertion she had used.
Anthony sprang forward to relieve her of the harp, and to place it in a
convenient situation.

"Juliet had a great fear of being married for her money," said Clary. "I
used to laugh at her, and tell her that no one who knew her would ever
remember her money; the treasures of her mind so far surpassed the dross
of the world. Yet, for all that, she wrote and gave me this ballad the
next morning. I felt very much inclined to scold her for her want of
faith."

"Do let me hear it."

"Patience, Mr. Anthony. You must give me time to tune my harp. Such a
theme as love requires all the strings to sound in perfect unison. There
now--let me think a few minutes. The air must be neither very sad, nor
yet gay. Something touching and tender. I have it now--"

THE MAIDEN'S DREAM.

In all the guise that beauty wears,
Well known by many a fabled token,
Last night I saw young Love in tears,
With stringless bow and arrows broken.
Oh, waving light in wanton flow,
Fair, sunny locks his brows adorn,
And on his cheeks the roseate glow
With which Aurora decks the morn.

The living light in those blind eyes
No mortal tongue could ere disclose;
Their hue was stol'n from brighter skies,
Their tears were dew-drops on the rose.
Around his limbs of heavenly mould
A rainbow-tinted vest was flung,
Revealing through each lucid fold
The faultless form by poets sung.

He sighed; the air with fragrance breath'd;
He moved; the earth confess'd the god;
Her brightest chaplets nature wreath'd,
Where'er his dimpled feet had press'd the sod.
"Why weeps Love's young divinity alone,
While men have hearts, and woman charms beneath
Tell me, fair worshipp'd boy of ages flown,
Is ev'ry flowret faded in Love's wreath?"

With that he raised his dewy, azure eyes,
And from his lips words of soft music broke;
But still the truant tears would crowding rise,
And snowy bosom heave before he spoke.
"Oh, come and weep with me," he cried, "fair maid
Weep that the gentle reign of Love is o'er;
Come, venture nearer--cease to be afraid,
For I have hearts and worshippers no more.

"In vain I give to woman's lovely form
All that