twas said if I dreamed of the maiden who owned it,
I should wed her as certain as sunshine is warm:
And lo! in my sleep, a sweet vision came o'er me:
A fair-featured maiden--and beauteous as fair--
In attitude graceful stood smiling before me,
With eyes dark and lustrous, and brown flowing hair:
Her hand I took hold of, and gently endeavoured
The rosiest of rose-coloured lips to impress;
I whispered her name--and the vision departed:
The name that I whispered was--No: you must guess!

LOST!

A dark form lingers on the lea,
In the moon-lit night--
In the cold white light,
Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,
Like a dusky sprite,
Or ghost newly sped
From the voiceless dead;
And the flowers droop round it weeping,
While the sad moon streams
Her white-wan beams
O'er the world as it lieth sleeping.
And ere the morn
A wail forlorn
Will arise from a lost one weeping.

A soft step leaves the cottage door
In the moon-lit night,
Like a leaflet's flight;
A pure heart leaps, full of rich love-lore,
Tow'rds the dusky sprite
That stands like a shade
From the voiceless dead,
And the flowers droop round them weeping,
While the sad moon streams
Her white-wan beams
O'er the world as it lieth sleeping;
And ere the morn
A wail forlorn
Will arise from a lost one weeping.

LILYBELL.

Little Lily she was fair--
O how fair no tongue can tell!
Life was bright beyond compare
Filled with love and Lilybell.

Little Lily came the day
Both our hearts were lorn and lone.
Oh! what bliss it was to say
"Lilybell is all our own!"

Little Lily stay'd and smiled
On us for a year or so,
Then they came and took the child
Upward where the angels go.

Little Lily left a mark--
Mark of light where e'r she trod:
Left her footprints in the dark,
Just to guide us up to God.

Upward, then, we look alway:
Pray and shed the silent tear;
Hoping soon will come the day
We shall join our darling there.

GONE!

SUGGESTED ON HEARING OF THE DEATH, ONLY A FEW
DAYS APART, OF TWO INFANT CHILDREN OF AN
ESTEEMED FRIEND.

Gone! Like a ray, that came and kissed some flow'rs,
Charming their loneliness with many a hue;
But cheering only, as such marvels do,
A few short hours.

Gone! Like a d