I pressed my lips to his death-cold cheek And begged him to show me, by word or sign, That he knew and forgave me : he could not speak, But he nestled his poor cold face to mine. And the gate of this chapel was shut, And Thou shalt not " writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; The blood flowed fast from my wounded And priests in black gowns were walking A TRAGIC STORY. FROM THE GERMAN OF ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO. THE 's war Einer, dem's zu Herzen gieng." He mused upon this curious case, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, "The mystery I've found: Then round and round, and out and in, The pigtail hung behind him. And though his efforts never slack, The pigtail hangs behind him. WILLIAM M. THACKERAY. Hung like a twilight landscape, and all things Seemed hushed into a slumber. Isabel- Was leaning on her harp, and I had stayed To the cold breath of reason told my love. Earnestly on me. She had been asleep! N. P. WILLIS. ELOQUENCE SHOULD NOT SHIELD TREACHERY. DEMOSTHENES' IMPEACHMENT OF SCHINES. BOUT his voice it ABOUT be may to necessary say something; for I hear that upon this also he very confidently relies, as if he can overpower you by his acting. I think, however, you would be committing a gross absurdity if, when he played the miseries of Thyestes and the men at Troy, you drove and hissed him off the boards and nearly stoned him to death, so that at last he desisted from his playing of third-rate parts, yet now that not upon the stage, but in public and most important affairs of statehe has wrought infinity of evil, you should pay regard to him as a fine speaker. Heaven forbid Do not you be guilty of any |