INNOCENCE. "He's armed without, that's innocent within." POPE. O INNOCENCE, the sacred amulet Of all misfortunes, injury, and death! But all parts in him friendly and secure. 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 |