e breeze?
Mine is a joy unknown to these;
In Song's bright zone,
To sit by Helicon serene,
And hear the waves of Hippocrene
Lave Phoebus' throne.

Here deathless lyres the strains prolong,
That gush from living founts of song,
Without a cross;
Here spirits never feel the weight
Of Wrong, or Envy, or of Hate,
Or earthly loss;
The pomp of Pelf--the pride of Birth--
The gilded trappings of this earth
Return to dross.

Oh, ye! who would forget the ills
Of earth, and all the bosom fills
With agony!
Come dwell with me in Fancy's dream,
Beside this lovely fabled stream
Of minstrelsy;
And let its draughts celestial roll
Into the deep wells of thy soul
Eternally.

God always sets along the way
Of weary souls some beacon ray
Of light divine;
And only when my spirit's wings
Are weary in the quest of springs
Of Song, I pine;
If I could always heavenward fly,
And never earthward turn mine eye,
Bliss would be mine.

THE WILL.

BY MISS E. A. DUPUY

PART I.

There is peace in the Night of the Early Dead--
It will yield to a glorious morrow! _Clarke_.

Amid all the brightness and bloom which the imagination conjures up,
when we think of the sunny islands lying within the tropics, many
mournful associations arise and cast a sadness over the picture. Very
few have not had within the circle of their relatives, or friends,
some cherished one, who has vainly sought the balmy breezes of those
favored spots, with the feverish hope that amid their loveliness Death
would forget to launch his arrows for them.

Alas! to die among strangers is usually the fate of those who are thus
lured from their homes by a deceitful hope. There, where Nature wears
a perpetual verdure--where the fervid sun brings forth a luxuriance of
vegetation unknown in more northern regions, the wearied spirit sinks
to repose, soothed, or saddened, by the glow of existence around.

A spacious apartment on the southern side of a highly ornamented
villa, opened into a magnificent garden, filled with orange-trees,
oleanders, and many other gorgeous flowers peculiar to the climate of
Cuba; while in the distance the sunlight gleamed upon a row of
towering palms, whose stately columns, crowned by their verdant
coronal, resembled the pillars of some mighty temple, which found a
fitting canop