Now time turns him backward,— Indeed this is true, I'm just a year younger CHARLES HENRY WEBB. "To Lulu: On One of My Birthdays." LYDIA. BREAK forth, break forth, O Sudbury town, And bid your yards be gay Up all your gusty streets and down, For Lydia comes to-day! I hear it on the wharves below; The good folk as they churchward go My mother, just for love of her, For Lydia's bed must have the sheet And Lydia's room be passing sweet The violet flags are out once more The thorn-bush at Saint Martin's door So, Sudbury, bid your gardens blow, Of all the words that I do know I have but this to say. LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE. LYNETTE. A DAMSEL of high lineage, and a brow May-blossom, and a cheek of apple-blos som, Hawk-eyes; and lightly was her slender nose Tip-tilted like the petal of a flower. ALFRED (LORD) TENNYSON. From "Gareth and Lynette." MABEL. AIR Mabel bids me sing to-night! FAIR Should Mabel plead in vain ? Dear Muse, when lovely lips invite, Ah! sweet should be the strain ; So lend my lyre a blyther lay, Fair Mabel bids me sing to-night! The minstrel sang for Beauty bright, Ah, luckless age! it never felt Fair Mabel bids me sing to-night! Oh, who can hear that voice aright, Or who can meet those peerless eyes Fair Mabel bids me sing to-night! And centuries to come should catch Fair Mabel bids me sing to night;- The muse hath winged a silent flight A song for Mabel were too sweet I only catch its rhythmic beat SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. MABEL. the woods young Mabel stands Loitering by an opening; Ferns and flowers are in her hands Just this morning's blossoming; Blue sky to the fir-tops bends, To see fair Mabel loitering. The heavens, methinks, are glad to see - Long time and larch and sombre firs ;— For such a bit of jollity Is not in all the universe. They are sad, and sigh, and moan- Of all Earth's gladness she were half. Stilled to make way for her laugh! "Ha! ha! ha!"-a liquid note, Like a brook within a dell, Or a wood-thrush in his grot, Singing-just where, none can tell ; See her pretty, pearly throat, With her bosom fall and swell! JAMES HERBERT MORSE. A MADELINE. CASEMENT high and triple-arched there was, All garlanded with carven imageries Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knotgrass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, |