Belted with beech and ensandalled with palm;
Chimborazo, the lord of the regions of noonday;-
Mingle their sounds in magnificent chorus
With greeting august from the Pillars of Heaven,
Who, in the urns of the Indian Ganges
Filters the snows of their sacred dominions,
Unmarked with a footprint, unseen but of God.

Lo! unto each is the seal of his lordship,
Nor questioned the right that his majesty giveth:
Each in his awful supremacy forces
Worship and reverence, wonder and joy.
Absolute all, yet in dignity varied,

None has a claim to the honours of story,
Or the superior splendours of song,

Greater than thou, in thy mystery mantled-
Thou, the sole monarch of African mountains,
Father of Nile and Creator of Egypt!

BEDOUIN SONG.

FROM the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,

And the midnight hears my cry:

I love thee, I love but thee,

With a love that shall not die

Till the sun grows cold,

And the stars are old,

And the leaves of the Judgment
Book unfold!

Look from thy window and see
My passion and my pain;

I lie on the sands below,

And I faint in thy disdain.

Let the night-winds touch thy brow

With the heat of my burning sigh, And melt thee to hear the vow

Of a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,

And the stars are old,

And the leaves of the Judgment
Book unfold!

My steps are nightly driven,

By the fever in my breast,

To hear from thy lattice breathed The word that shall give me rest.

Open the door of thy heart,

And open thy chamber door,

And my kisses shall teach thy lips The love that shall fade no more

Till the sun grows cold,

And the stars are old,

And the leaves of the Judgment
Book unfold!

STODDARD.

THE TWO BRIDES.

I SAW two maids at the kirk,
And both were fair and sweet;
One was in her bridal robe,
One in her winding-sheet.
The choristers sang the hymn,

The sacred rites were read-
And one for life to Life,

And one to Death was wed!
They went to their bridal beds
In loveliness and bloom :
One in a merry castle,

One in a solemn tomb.

One to the world of sleep,

Lock'd in the arms of Love; And one in the arms of Death Pass'd to the heavens above.

One to the morrow woke,

In a world of sin and pain; But the other was happier far, And never woke again.

NOTH

TO

WEAR

BUTLER.

NOTHING TO WEAR.

AN EPISODE OF CITY LIFE.

MISS FLORA M'FLIMSEY, of Madison Square,

Has made three separate journeys to Paris,

And her father assures me, each time she was there, That she and her friend Mrs. Harris,

(Not the lady whose name is so famous in history,
But plain Mrs. H., without romance or mystery,)
Spent six consecutive weeks without stopping,
In one continuous round of shopping;

Shopping alone, and shopping together,

At all hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather;
For all manner of things that a woman can put
On the crown of her head or the sole of her foot,
Or wrap round her shoulders, or fit round her waist,
Or that can be sewed on, or pinned on, or laced,
Or tied on with a string, or stitched on with a bow,
In front or behind, above or below:

For bonnets, mantillas, capes, collars, and shawls;
Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls;
Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in;
Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in;
Dresses in which to do nothing at all;
Dresses for winter, spring, summer, and fall;
All of them different in colour and pattern,—
Silk, muslin, and lace, crape, velvet, and satin,
Brocade, and broadcloth, and other material,
Quite as expensive and much more ethereal;

In short, for all things that could ever be thought of,
Or milliner, modiste, or tradesman be bought of,

From ten-thousand-franc robes to twenty-sous frills; In all quarters of Paris, and to every store, While M'Flimsey in vain stormed, scolded, and swore, They footed the streets, and he footed the bills.

The last trip, their goods shipped by the steamer Arāgo Formed, M'Flimsey declares, the bulk of her cargo,

Not to mention a quantity kept from the rest,

Sufficient to fill the largest-sized chest,

Which did not appear on the ship's manifest,
But for which the ladies themselves manifested

Such particular interest, that they invested