er happens, believe me, etc.,

'HERNOUVILLE.'

STANZAS TO MARY.

Thine eye is like the violet,
Thou hast the lily's grace;
And the pure thoughts of a maiden's heart
Are writ upon thy face.
And like a pleasant melody
To which memory hath clung,
Falls thy voice in the loved accent
Of mine own New-England tongue.

New-England--dear New-England!
All numberless they lie,
The green graves of my people,
Beneath her far blue sky;
And the same bright sun that shineth
On thy home at early morn,
Lights the dwellings of my kindred,
And the house where I was born.

Oh, fairest of her daughters!
That bid'st me so rejoice
'Neath the starlight of thy beauty
And the music of thy voice,
While Memory hath power
In my breast her joys to wake,
I will love thee, Mary, for thine own
And for New-England's sake.

M. E. HEWITT.

ON RIVERS AND OTHER THINGS.

If I were as tedious as a King, I could find in my heart to bestow
it all on your worship.--SHAKS.

It is a comfort still remaining to me, to reflect, that after all the evil
that the Tourists, the Reviewers and the Satirists of England together
have said and done and imagined of America, they have never yet
annihilated our Lakes; dispossessed us of our Rivers; disproved our
Waterfalls; nor made bitter to us, our fountains and streams and brooks
and water-courses. I thank GOD with a full heart that from whatever cause
these still abide unchanged among us; still flow, still control the ear
with the majesty of sound, and make glad the solitary places of the heart.

It is not often indeed that they admit the existence of these objects in
set terms; nor introduce into their works a paragraph upon the subject:
nor would any one who had never visited America be expressly informed
perhaps by them, that our part of the world contained within its compass
any thing at all comparable in the way of Rivers to the Thames or the
Tweed; or to the ponds of Cumberland in the way of Lakes; or to the Pisse
Vache in Switzerland in the way of a fall of water: but yet they have not
deprived us of them; and, incidentally, when they sometimes mention their
having been shockingly annoyed and incommoded by a scrub, who spat several
times upon the floor of the steamer in their presence, during