de by
side at the grave, while the body was laid in
it--the first time they had met since their
separation, and both in the prime of life, and with
hearts yearning--both hearts, beyond a doubt--with
love, and longing for forgiveness; and when the
earth rang on the coffin, they _parted without
exchanging a word_. The carriage of Lord ----
waited for him in the avenue; and with the expiring
echo of his wheels through that grove of fir-trees,
died all hope and prospect, if any had been
conceived, of a re-union, in grief, of these proud
broken-hearted.

I have told you thus, with literal truth, all that
I could know of this drama of real life; but, of
course, its sketchy outline could be easily filled
out by fancy. Your readers, perhaps, will like to
do this for themselves.
Yours truly,
N. P. WILLIS.

LINES TO ----.

BY CAROLINE F. ORNE.

Like a cloud of the summer sunset
Gleaming across the blue,
Like a star of the golden twilight
Through the misty evening dew,
Like a strain of heavenly music
Breathed mournfully and low,
Charming the heart to sadness
By its bewildering flow--
Thou camest to my presence
In the far off long-ago.
Thou camest for a moment,
Then fleeted swift away,
As the rosy cloud of sunset
Fades at the close of day,
As the beaming star of twilight
Withdraws its golden ray.
Thou hast past from out my presence
As the songs low cadence dies,
Which the heart seeketh ever,
And evermore it flies.
Oh, in my weary journeying
Come to me yet once more,
While still my footsteps wander
On Time's uncertain shore.
Come to me, oh, sweet vision
Of what my soul has sought,
And with mine once more mingle
Thy far, sky-piercing thought.
Call I in vain thy spirit?
Do I seek thee all in vain?
Shall I never hear thy accent
In music fall again?
Why didst thou cross my pathway,
Oh soul so pure and true?
To fade like the clouds of sunset.
Like the star from the misty blue?

AUTUMNAL SCENERY.

WHAT IS NECESSARY TO THE ENJOYMENT OF NATURE'S BEAUTIES.

BY JOSEPH R. CHANDLER.

I am not of those w