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|3 jrtrr. TIIE BRID:\L 1) A Y [UY THE HON. MRS, ;\OIlTO;] (;0 forth, young Bride The future lies before thee; Hidden ill clouds, are all the coming hours; Ts'onc ean Ml what lot is brooding 0 'er thpp, How much thy path contains of thorns and flowers. Thy childhood's homo, were thou wert late reposing In happy slumbers, innoc"1\t anù tree, This night excludes thee, when its doors are closing, Only a visitor henceforth to 11l' Leaving that hume-hast thou secured another, Standing wille open to receive thy feet Loved by his sisters—welcome tv his mother. Shall kinrlh smiles thy gracious presence luert ? Or boldest thou in fear, that ù:-e.lIlful treasure, Love's lonely anchorage in one human heart — Learning its strength of silver lillks tu measure, When friends and foes alike compire to part? Art thou beliiVtd, and dost thou love him truly, By whom -ith whom tby lot of life is east? Or hast thou -ashlv, weakly, 0'1' unduly, In wrath, or scurn, or grief, thus sealed the past ? If stung by memories thou must dissemble. Of one who left thee, tickle and unkind Thy pride thus seeks tu wjuvid t1w inconstant—tremble! Back to thy heart that shart its way shall tind! Woe fur the bitter llays, tov late repenting Th' irrecoverable sleD-the bruken rest — When thou shait lean t'hy weary head, lamenting Un the lust refuge of thy mother's brpast Tlwre, in the recklessness of early sorrow; Holding HÜ ho,,i' uf brighter days tu conic — Yearning to die before thp darkened Awl be calm-buried near thy childhood's home Shalt thou, in this strange world of serpent slander, Escaping all its venom aad deep shame, In tranquil paths obscurely happy, wander, Where none shall point thpe ou' for praise or blame: Or sha't thou dwell in mingled smiles and frowning, Half envied, half enshrined, 1))' Fashion's slaves, Thcn, shipwrecked, sink, like one whu sutlers drowning. Afrer vain struggle with opposing waves Will .J¡r. thy mate, he true to vows of dnty, Or shall thou weep, with eyelids veiled and dim, Thp lost advantage of thy powerlpss beauty, Which, praised hy oOwrs. kept no hold UII him ? Shall somp fair temptress, like a dauling meteor. Teach him thy more familiar charms to slight- Thy dpep love weighed against each novel feature, A balance, sat",1 custom renders light ? Who shan decide ? Thy Bridal Day Oh make it A day oi Sacrament and fervent l'raj er Though every circumstance conspire to take it Out of the eOllll\wn prvpheey of care Let not vilÍn merriment and giddy laughter Be the last sound in thy departing ear- For Gud alun" can tell what cometh aftpr, What store of sorrow- or what cause for fear Go furth, young Bride Fisher's Drawing-room S"Tup-boQk. MY OLD HOME. It was a vision of my home Ihat rose before my gaze, As, 'midst thp watches uf thp night, I dreamt of other days; A vision of my early home-how beautiful and bright! But yet a sadness mingled with the image of delight. I thought I stood within its walls; the sunsbine shone as gay As on that murn 1 look'd my lajit, then ture myself away; The sheltering trees, the grassy plat which stretch'd before the door, Were still as freshly green and bright as they had been of yore. I saw the spots where once we played, the walks where once we ranged, And stili t)1(>Y look'd the same to me, my heart alone was changed The churchyard walls stood gray and cold beneath the noonday sun, And shadows rested on the graves, as they of old had done. And 'midst the,e graves I noted one, though it was 110t alone; The mellow sunshIne softly play'd upou the sculptured stone, 1\1;- muther's voice wa3 in mine ears, 1!S in my childhood's day, ¡-¡he told me of a Saviour's love, and tanght my lips to pray. I saw each dear familiar spot. each old familiar thing; I fpH once more upon my cheek my native breeze of Spring And gladsome murmurs reach'd mine l'ar of many an ancient strain, And kindred voices welcomed me unto my home ag,1in. My father, with his snowy hair, sat in his wonted place, And smiles of fondest greeting shone on that beloved face; A 11<1 sister forms came crowding ronnd, in happiness and tears, To bid nie welcome with the looks I loved in other years, Por many (lays had passed away since I had last been there, And I had left my father's hearth to seek another's care; Had Jeft my childhood's sunny spots, in other scenes to roam, And fvr another's love gave up my loved ones and my home. There was no change in aught I saw; no envious shade had pass'd Above those fair and open brows, since I had seen them last. The laughing eye, the sunny smile. did still with them remain But though they look'd the same to me, I did not feel the same, Fur life to me had oped his page, and though no grief had shed Its dark and chilling bitterness on my devoted head, ] felt this world had other scenes than those I once had known, And I must share in other's cares. if I would shun my own. And such is life its changing scenes, its sunshine and its gloom. Must chequer still the veiled path which leads us to the tomb. All! happy still that unto us the cheering hope is given, To find, secure from eartbly change, a lasting home in Heaven. Tait's Magazine. C. A. W.

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