O, cloudless was the dawn, Mary,
That thus in youth was ours;
And on gay pinions floated by
The "rosy-footed hours."

But Time, with ruthless hand, Mary,
Has robed the past with gloom,

And hearts that then were flushed with joy,
Now sleep within the tomb.

Scarce one of all our class, Mary,

Is left with us to hold,

In fond remembrance, all the scenes,
So well beloved of old.

And lonely, on this summer eve,
I muse with fond regret

Upon the lingering years, Mary,
Since you and I first met.

J. L. C.

THE PHILANTHROPIST.

CHARACTER OF HOWARD.

AND now, Philanthropy, thy rays divine
Dart round the globe, from Zembla to the Line;
O'er each dark prison plays the cheering light
Like northern lustres o'er the vault of night.
From realm to realm, with cross or crescent
crowned,

Where'er Mankind and Misery are found,

O'er burning sands, deep waves, or wilds of snow,
Thy Howard, journeying, seeks the house of woe;
Down many a winding step to dungeons dank,
Where anguish wails aloud, and fetters clank;
To caves bestrewed with many a mouldering bone,
And cells, whose echoes only learn to groan;
Where no kind bars a whispering friend disclose,
No sunbeam enters, and no zephyr blows, —
He treads, inemulous of fame or wealth,
Profuse of toil, and prodigal of health:
With soft, assuasive eloquence expands
Power's rigid heart, and opes his clinching hands;
Leads stern-eyed Justice to the dark domains,
If not to sever, to relax the chains;

Or guides awakened Mercy through the gloom,
And shows the prison, sister to the tomb;
Gives to her babes the self-devoted wife,
To her fond husband liberty and life.

The spirits of the good, who bend from high, Wide o'er these earthly scenes, their partial eye, When first arrayed in Virtue's purest robe, They saw her Howard traversing the globe, Mistook a mortal for an angel guest,

And asked what seraph foot the earth impressed. Onward he moves. Disease and Death retireAnd murmuring demons hate him and admire.

FENELON.

Translated from the Italian, by a Lady of Cambridge.

A MIND full fraught with intellectual light
Is rarely found; and oft when found, its beams,
Obscured by pride, emit but shadowy gleams;
Humanity scarce dwells with genius bright.

The first and brightest of the angel host,
Son of the Morning! still in heaven he might
On golden pinions bear his upward flight,
Had not his glorious state by pride been lost.

Hence this new Angel, my admiring eye
Follows with far less rapture when he soars,
In intellectual greatness rising high,

And, like the lightning, heaven and earth explores,
Than when from his own brow he takes the golden

crown,

And at his feet, who gave it, humbly lays it down.

NATURE'S GENTLEMAN.

WHOM do we dub as gentleman? - -the knave, the fool, the brute,

If they but own full tithe of gold, and wear a courtly suit!

The parchment scroll of titled line - the ribbon at the knee,

Can still suffice to ratify and grant such high de

gree;

But Nature, with a matchless hand, sends forth her nobly born,

And laughs the paltry attributes of wealth and rank to scorn;

She moulds with care a spirit rare, half human, half divine,

And cries, exulting, "Who can make a gentleman like mine?"

She may not spend her common skill about the outward part,

But showers beauty, grace, and light upon the brain and heart;

She may not choose ancestral fame his pathway to illume

The sun that sheds the brightest day may rise from mist and gloom.

Should Fortune pour her welcome store, and useful gold abound,

He shares it with a bounteous hand, and scatters blessings round;

The treasure sent is rightly spent, and serves the end designed,

When held by Nature's gentleman

just, the kind.

the good, the

He turns not from the cheerless home where sorrow's offspring dwell;

He'll greet the peasant in his hut - the culprit in

his cell;

He stays to hear the widow's plaint of deep and mourning love;

He seeks to aid her lot below, and prompt her faith above;

The orphan child-the friendless one-the luck; less, or the poor,

Will never meet his spurning frown, or leave his bolted door;

His kindred circles all mankind-his country all

the globe

An honest name his jewelled star, and truth his ermine robe.