I did try，but was presently swept off the stool and denominated "a little bungler." Being pushed unceremoniously to one side- which was precisely what I wished- he usurped my place，and proceeded to acpany himself: for he could play as well as sing. I hied me to the window-recess. And while I sat there and looked out on the still trees and dim lawn，to a sweet air was sung in mellow tones the following strain:-

"The truest love that ever heart Felt at its kindled core，Did through each vein，in quickened start，The tide of being pour.

Her ing was my hope each day，Her parting was my pain;

The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

I dreamed it would be nameless bliss，As I loved，loved to be;

And to this object did I press As blind as eagerly.

But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between，And dangerous as the foamy race Of ocean-surges green.

And haunted as a robber-path

Through wilderness or wood;

For Might and Right，and Woe and Wrath,

Between our spirits stood.

I dangers dared; I hindrance scorned;

I omens did defy:

Whatever menaced，harassed，warned,

I passed impetuous by.

On sped my rainbow，fast as light;

I flew as in a dream;

For glorious rose upon my sight

That child of Shower and Gleam.

Still bright on clouds of suffering dim

Shines that soft，solemn joy;

Nor care I now，how dense and grim

Disasters gather nigh.

I care not in this moment sweet,

Though all I have rushed o"er

Should e on pinion，strong and fleet,

proclaiming vengeance sore: