INNOCENCE.

"He's armed without, that's innocent within."

POPE.

O

INNOCENCE, the sacred amulet
'Gainst all the poisons of infirmity,

Of all misfortunes, injury, and death!
That makes a man in tune still in himself;
Free from the hell to be his own accuser,
Ever in quiet, endless joys, enjoying;
No strife, nor no sedition in his powers;
No motion in his will against his reason;
No thought 'gainst thought-

But all parts in him friendly and secure.
Fruitful of all best things in all worst seasons,
He can, with every wish be in their plenty;
When the infectious guilt of one foul crime
Destroys the free content of all our time.

THE ARTIST'S LOVE.

BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON.

"THE

HERE, haunting dream of beauty, I have faintly realized thee at last! The changeful glow of thy cheek-the burning light of thy seraph-eyes-thy sudden smile, which dies away so slowly, trembling round those curved and crimson lips-these no art can copy; they must still haunt me through the restless night, and come with shadowy truth between me and the noonday sun. But what my art can give, I have given; and should I die this hour, I leave the world a faithful though imperfect portraiture of that which living, was my first-last dream of love."

So spoke the young artist Ludovic, as he gazed on an unfinished sketch; and the passionate melody of his voice, low and murmuring as were its sweet Italian accents, thrilled to the heart of a young girl who knelt at a little distance from him, sorting and arranging the colors which he desired to employ. He marked her not: accustomed day by day to pursue his labors, and indulge his reveries. in her presence, from the time he had first taken lodgings in her father's house; habituated to see her perform such slight services as that in which she was engaged, and to repay her, when the task was ended, with a grateful smile and a few courteous words, it was to him as though he had