I loved. I was St. Aubyn's choice, But envy wove a deep-laid snare— St. Aubyn chose another love, And sought a country far and fair. A warrior by me prayed, and knelt, The bugle called him from my side, With muttered oath upon his lips That none but I should be his bride. And time rolled on; the strife was o'er, Brought home St. Aubyn and his bride. Unseen, unheard by all save One, How often in this changeful life, The evil dreaded never comes; He did return one summer night And Death a hundred victims sealed. They bore the lifeless officer From the engulphing waves of strife, And following, in the strangers' arms They brought St. Aubyn's haughty wife. We watched that night beside the dead, And I gazed wildly on that form, And midnight wearily stole on, Heavy clouds o'er the young moon swept We looked out upon life, and prayed; We looked upon the dead, and wept. That God can work while man looks on, That Truth will triumph o'er our dread— A lesson sometimes hard to learn, We learnt, while watching by the dead. 'Twas not a scene that lovers choose; Oh! was there sin in what we said, Ah! three-score years have passed since then ; And I, the idol of his heart, Am calmly waiting till I go. My eyes are dim; from memory's page THE EVENING MESSAGE. "Leontius Patricius, Bishop of Cyprus, was one day unreasonably angry with John, the Patriarch of Alexandria. At even the latter sent a servant with this message: 'Brother, the sun has set.' Reconciliation followed."-The Craftsman. VER earth the eve's dark mantle Is coming slowly on; Foot of labourer, sound of hammer, My friend, the day is dying slowly — 66 Held I not the lamp of warning If I have erred unconsciously, By the Lodge where we assemble, E Where the tyler guards the portal, Have we not often met ? We are bound by bonds mysterious--Brother, the sun has set." By the God who dwells above us, Light within our soul prevaileth- Soon the solemn hour is coming, When shield and sword must fall, And we, dying in the battle, Must meet the Lord of all. Let us live as Christ's dear children And in years long yet to number, To some companion grown estranged, W TO MINNIE. E have been friends for many years, Thy voice is full of melody, Like a bird's happy notes. When first I knew thee, Minnie dear, Fond parents round us kept love's guard- And now I see thee, Minnie fair, Pray God the union may remain Long ere Death's billows roll; |