ttire
Was woven still by the snow-white choir.
At last she came to his hermitage,
Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;
The gay enchantment was undone--
A gentle wife, but fairy none.

Then I said, "I covet truth;
Beauty is unripe childhoods cheat--
I leave it behind with the games of youth."
As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Over me soar'd the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;
Beauty through my senses stole--
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

LIX. WATERLOO.

CHARLES JAMES LEVER.--1806-1872.

_From_ CHARLES O'MALLEY.

"This is the officer that I spoke of," said an aid-de-camp, as he rode
up to where I was standing, bare-headed and without a sword. "He has
just made his escape from the French lines, and will be able to give
your lordship some information."

The handsome features and gorgeous costume of Lord Uxbridge were known
to me; but I was not aware, till afterwards, that a soldierlike,
resolute looking officer beside him, was General Graham. It was the
latter who first addressed me.

"Are you aware, Sir," said he, "if Grouchy's force is arrived?"

"They had not: on the contrary, shortly before I escaped, an aid-de-camp
was despatched to Gembloux, to hasten his coming. And the troops, for
they must be troops, debouching from the wood yonder--they seem to form
a junction with the corps to the right--they are the Prussians. They
arrived there before noon from St. Lambert, and are part of Buelow's
corps. Count Loebau and his division of ten thousand men were despatched,
about an hour since, to hold them in check."

"This is great news," said Lord Uxbridge. "Fitzroy must know it at
once."

So saying he dashed spurs into his horse, and soon disappeared amid the
crowd on the hill top.

"You had better see the Duke, Sir," said Graham: "your information is
too important to be delayed. Captain Calvert, let this officer have a
horse; his own is too tired to go much further."

"And a cap, I beg of you," added I, in an under tone; "for I have
already found a sabre."

By a slight circuitous route, we reached the road upon which a mass of
dismounted artillery-c