was no forgetfulness, nor coldness, nor pride about her heart-there was sorrow, and joy, and love, and memory in her very glance. "Oh François, François!” cried she, at length, casting her arms round his neck, "how thou hast suffered!" As she did so, the old great coat fell back, and on his breast appeared the golden cross of the legion of honour. "N'importe!" cried she, as she saw it, "Viola ta recompense." He pressed her fondly to his bosom. "My recompense is here," said he, "my

recompense is here!"

SONNET.

WHY have ye lingered on your way so long,
Bright visions, who were wont to hear my call,
And with the harmony of dance and song
Keep round my dreamy couch a festival?
Where are ye gone with all your eyes of light,
And where the flowery voice I loved to hear,
When, through the silent watches of the night,

Ye whispered like an angel in my ear?

O! fly not with the rapid wing of time,
But with your ancient votary kindly stay;

And while the loftier dreams that rose sublime
In years of higher hope, have flown away,
O! with the colours of a softer clime,
Give your last touches to the dying day.

TO MY LITTLE COUSIN, WITH HER

FIRST BONNET.

BY MISS BOWLES.

FAIRIES! guard the baby's bonnet !—

Set a special watch upon it;

Elfin people! to your care

I commit it, fresh and fair;

Neat as neatness,-white as snow,

See ye keep it ever so.

Watch and ward set all about,—

Some within, and some without:

Over it, with dainty hand,
One her kirtle green expand;
Two or three about the bow

Vigilant concern bestow.

A score, at least, on either side,
'Gainst evil accident provide ;—
Fall, or jar, or overlay ;

And so the precious charge convey
Through all the dangers of the way.
But when those are battled through,
Fairies more remains to do;
Ye must gift, before ye go,

The bonnet and the babe also.

As much of frankness, bland and free,
As may consort with modesty ;
As much of feeling, as will bear

Of after life the wear and tear;
As much of life-but Fairies! there
Ye vanish into thinnest air!

And with ye, parts the playful vein,
That loved a light and trivial strain.

Befits me better, babe! for thee
To' invoke Almighty agency;—
Almighty love-Almighty power,
To nurture up the human flower;
To cherish it with heavenly dew,
Sustain with earthly blessings too;
And when the ripe, full time shall be,
Engraft it on Eternity.