his place of rest,
Far in the cedar shade.
The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one,
He lies where pearls lie deep;
He was the loved of all, but none
O'er his low bed may weep.

One sleeps where southern vines are drest
Above the noble slain:
He wrapt his colours round his breast,
On a blood-red field of Spain.
And one--o'er her the myrtle showers
Its leaves, by soft winds fanned;
She faded 'midst Italian flowers,--
The last of that bright band.

And parted thus they rest, who played
Beneath the same green tree;
Whose voices mingled as they prayed
Around one parent knee!
They that with smiles lit up the hall,
And cheered with song the hearth,--
Alas! for love, if thou wert all,
And nought beyond, oh, earth!

PLEDGE WITH WINE.

"Pledge with wine--pledge with wine!" cried the young and thoughtless
Harry Wood. "Pledge with wine," ran through the brilliant crowd.

The beautiful bride grew pale--the decisive hour had come, she pressed
her white hands together, and the leaves of her bridal wreath trembled
on her pure brow; her breath came quicker, her heart beat wilder.

"Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for this once," said the Judge,
in a low tone, going towards his daughter; "the company expect it, do
not so seriously infringe upon the rules of etiquette;--in your own
house act as you please; but in mine, for this once please me."

Every eye was turned towards the bridal pair. Marion's principles were
well known. Henry had been a convivialist, but of late his friends
noticed the change in his manners, the difference in his habits--and
to-night they watched him to see, as they sneeringly said, if he was
tied down to a woman's opinion so soon.

Pouring a brimming beaker, they held it with tempting smiles toward
Marion. She was very pale, though more composed, and her hand shook
not, as smiling back, she gratefully accepted the crystal tempter and
raised it to her lips. But scarcely had she done so when every hand
was arrested by her piercing exclamation of "Oh, how terrible!" "What
is it?" cried one and all, thronging together, for she had slowly
carried the glass at arm's length, and was fixedly regarding it as
though it were some hideous object.

"Wait," she answered, while an inspired light shone from her dark
eyes, "wait and I will tell you. I see," she added, slowly pointing
one jewelled finger at the sparkling ruby liquid, "A sig