CONTENTS.

The Doomed Fairy-by Mrs. Seba Smith,

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44

New Year's Visiting in Hades--by C. F. Hoffman,

The Chaunt of the Star-by Jane L. Swift,

A Brief Sketch of Uncle Joshua-by Major Jack Downing, 47

Endymion-by C. P. Cranch,

The Unknown Portrait-by H. T. Tuckerman,

True Ballad of the Wanderer-by Anna P. Dinnies,

The Burial of Winter-by Mary E. Lee,

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The Land of the Cypress-by Samuel Henry Dickson,

Time's Trophies-by W. H. Timrod,

Euthanasia-by Willis Gaylord Clark, -

Lines-by the Editor,

Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me-by C. Hunting-

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The Grave of the Lowly-by Harriet N. Jenks,

"How Cheery are the Mariners"-by Park Benjamin,

Allan Gray,

Lines to a Daughter of New England-by the Editor,

A Portrait by Amanda K. Clark,

Tamina,

Only One Night at Sea-by Robert M. Charlton,

Growing Old-by Emma C. Embury,

My Sisters-by Amelia B. Welby,

The Managing Mother-by " Ella,” -

The Last Man-by C. F. Hoffman,

The Mission Bride-by Lucy Hooper,

The Cherub's Mission-by Jane L. Swift,

The Eleventh Hour-by Mrs. Seba Smith,

Stanzes-by Emma C. Embury,

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The Green Old Age-by Jane L. Swift,

Are we not Exiles Here-by H. T. Tuckerman,

The Mariner's Orphan-by Hannah F. Gould,

My Familiar-by C. F. Hoffman,

The Dew Drop and Lily-by G. Alvan Howard,

The Pilgrim turneth his Back upon the world

The Devoted-by Elizabeth M. Chandler,

To a Sprig of Wintergreen-by C. F. Hoffman,

THE

WINTERGREEN.

THE DOOMED FAIRY.

BY ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH.

"It doth not yet appear what we shall be."-ST. PAUL.

'Tis a blessed thing to be a child

In the freshness of its life,

While the sunshine lingers on the brow,

Undimmed by care and strife

Ere from the earth a single ray

Of its glorious light hath passed away.

For things unhidden from the child,

Fade in its after years

He reads strange language in the flower,

And round it music hears;

The bird and blossom have a voice

To bid the pure in heart rejoice.

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A simple child one summer night
Was lured to listen long,
And hear each petal ere it closed,
Breathe out an evening song;
And he at threescore years and ten
Remained a child, as he was then.

That night he learned what kept him young

In every after strife;

What kept him hoping, trusting still

On to the verge of life.

It gave one's heart a thrill of joy

To see that gray-haired, cheerful boy.

He found that truth to every soul
Hath teachings of its own,
Mysterious, binding, earnest things,
Revealed to it alone;

And thence a cheerful faith he learned,

That every heart for goodness yearned.

That all the creatures God hath made
Strive upward to the light;
Which clearer, broader, fuller grows,

Upon the watchful sight;

While those they leave in doubt behind,

May fearful dooms upon them bind.

Yet they, the bridegroom's chosen ones,
The wedded to the truth,

In bright'ning pathways onward move,
Renewed in love and youth;

And holier fervour, faith in heaven,
Rewardeth all who thus have striven.

The stars burned clear in the deep blue sky,
The moon was full and bright-

On every beam was sailing down
A spirit robed in light.

In music broke each quivering ray,
Heard in the stillness far away.

The child stooped down to a myrtle-tree
Whence low, sweet voices sung,
And anon a thousand glow-worm lamps
Were out on the branches hung.
A fairy troop were gathering by
To hold their court in the moon-lit sky.

Transparent they as the crystal sea—
For spirits may naught conceal,
Their holy natures, robed in light,
All inward thoughts reveal;
Then first the child began to see,

How dread a thing a sin must be.