ned such in her account above:--
When Nineveh, through all her myriad streets,
Lay blackened with idolatry and crime,
God had preserved her--would have saved her whole--
Had but the Prophet, as a leaven, found
His righteous ten!

Therefore, Oh never deem
Thoughts, deeds, or feelings valueless, that bear
The balance of the heart to Virtue's side!
The coral worm seems nought, but coral worms
Combined heave up a reef, where mightiest keels
Are stranded, and the powers of man put down.
The water-drop wears out the stone; and cares
Trifling, if ceaseless, form an aggregate,
Whose burden weighs the buoyant heart to earth.
Think not the right path may be safely left,
Though 'twere but for one moment, and one step;
That one departure, slight howe'er it be,
From Innocence is nought. The young peach-bloom,
Rudely brushed off, can be restored no more,
By all the cunning of the painter's art;
Nor to the sered heart comes, in after life
Again,--however longed for, or bewailed,--
Youth's early dews, the pure and delicate!

VALEDICTORY VISITS AT ROME.

Andiamo a Napoli; and so we will, in accordance with the repeated
suggestions we have received during the last ten days from all the
vetturini in Rome. Easter is gone by, the Girandola went off last
week, the English are going, and so is our bell, tinkle! tinkle!
tinkle!--as if its wire had a touch of vernal ague--while the old delf
plate in the hall is filled and running with cards, every pasteboard
parallelogram among them with two P's and a C in the corner; for we
are becoming too polite, it seems, to take leave of each other in our
own tongue. As the English quit Rome, the swallows arrive, and may be
seen in great muster flitting up and down the streets, looking at the
affiches of vacancies before fixing on a lodging. Unlike us, these
callow tourists--though many of them on their first visit to Rome--are
no sooner within the walls, than they find, without assistance, their
way to the Forum, and proceed to build and twitter in that very Temple
of Concord where Juvenal's storks of old made their nidus and their
noise! Andiamo a Napoli; yes, but not yet; we are sure at this season
to have an impatient patient or two to visit in the Babuino, or at
Serny's; who, labouring under incipient fever which has not yet tamed
them into submission, tell us they would--optative mood--b