speak. You know she is restored, and is even as she was in days gone by. Yet not 'as she was,' for now

'by many a word

Linked unto moments when the heart was stirred;
By the persuasion of her fervent eye,

All eloquent with child-like piety;

By the still, calm beauty of her life'

we cannot but feel that she has drawn from heaven, and heaven-born truth, an unfaltering faith, and an undying hope, of which, in her earlier years, she knew nothing. Louise, she is all your fancy pictures her, all your heart desires. Well do I know her-for I have been much with her; and dearly, tenderly, ardently do I love her. Into her half-listening ear I have whispered the tale. I know her heart was once another's, even with an idolatrous love; but her deep affections were unworthily placed, and when she knew it, and recovered from the shock so as to act, she gathered them back into her own bosom-and now, with a chastened fervor they are all mine and heaven's. Long and perseveringly have I sought to win them, and not in vain.

"Since I received your last letter, I have urged her to a speedy union. And now, dear Louise, our plan is this-do you and Charles dispense with our company, and stand alone at the altar on the evening appointed. I doubt not the hours so full of import will glide smoothly and swiftly on. The next day, start for Philadelphia, where, with as much speed as possible, I trust you will safely arrive, and we shall be ready to give you a hearty welcome. Then, as soon as practicable, dear Anna and I, attended by yourself and husband as bride's-maid and groom's-man, will 'speak the fitting vows." After the marriage festivities here, we will accompany you home, to gladden the hearts of our beloved parents. Write immediately if you please, to tell us that you accede to our proposal, and to satisfy the heart of Your affectionate brother, HENRY."

All was arranged as Henry had desired; and ere another month had passed, the happy bridal parties returned to the country, to enjoy themselves in the vine-covered cottage, and beneath the open sky.

"The very whispers of the wind had there
A flute-like harmony, that seemed to bear
Greeting from some bright shore:
And the rich unison of mingled prayer,
The melody of hearts in heavenly air,
Thence duly did arise;

Lifting the eternal hope, th' adoring breath
Of spirits not to be disjoined by death,
Up to the starry skies."

Forgive And Forget.

BY M. F. TUPPER.

When streams of unkindness as bitter as gall,
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue,
And meekness is writhing in torment and thrall,

By the hands of ingratitude wrung

In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair,
While the anguish is festering yet,

None, none but an angel of God can declare
"I now can forgive and forget."

But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart,
And the lips are in penitence steeped,

With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart,
Though scorn on injustice were heaped:

For the best compensation is paid for all ill,
When the cheek with contrition is wet,
And every one feels it is possible still
At once to fo give and forget.

To forget! It is hard for a man with a mind,
However his heart may forgive,

To blot out all perils and dangers behind,
And but for the future to live;

Then how shall it be? for at every turn
Recollection the spirit will fret,

And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn,
Though we strive to forgive and forget.

Oh, hearken! my tongue shall the riddle unseal,
And raind shall be partner with heart,
While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal,
And show thee how evil thou art;

Remember thy follies, thy sins, and thy — crimes,

How vast is that infinite debt!

Yet Mercy hath seven by seventy times
Been swift to forgive and forget.

Brood not on insults or injuries old,

For thou art injurious too ·

Count not the sum till the total is told,
For thou art unkind and untrue;

And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven,

Now mercy with justice is met:

h, who would not gladly take lessons of Heaven, Nor learn to forgive and forget?

Yes, yes, let a man when his enemy weeps,
Be quick to receive him a friend;

For thus on his head in kindness he heaps
Hot coals to refine and amend;

And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn,

As a nurse on her innocent pet,

Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn,
And whisper forgive and forget.

Influence of Character.

BY REV. W. H. KNAPP.

The influence of individual character, either for good or for evil, is not, in this age of mechanism and combination, justly estimated. Few, yea, none are conscious of all the influences which they exert upon others, or which others exert on them. Human character grows up as silently and imperceptibly as the productions of the field or forest. It is formed of trifles to which we attach little or no consequence, just as all vegetable nature is composed of infinitesimal contributions from the air, the ocean and the earth. We are far