urns.

And Florence came forth in the world again more attractive than ever;
a spiritual loveliness, softened without diminishing the brilliancy of
her beauty, and with every feminine grace she had added that of a meek
and contrite spirit. Did she wed again? We answer, No. Many a lofty
intellect and noble heart bent in homage to hers; but Florence lived
only for her father--the great and good man, who was just as well as
proud, and nobly won his child from her error by delicate tenderness,
such as he had never lavished upon her faultless youth, when many a
man, to shield his weaker pride, would have driven her by anger and
upbraiding from his heart, and thus have kindled her warm impulses
into defiance and ruin.

SUMMER.

BY E. CURTISS HINE, U. S. N.

She comes with soft and scented breath,
From fragrant southern lands,
And wakens from their trance of death
The flowers, and breaks the hands
Of fettered streams, that burst away
With joyous laugh and song,
And shout and leap like boys at play
As home from school they throng.

From sunny climes the breeze set free
Comes with an angel strain
Athwart the blue and sparkling sea
To visit us again.
The low of herds is on the gale,
The leaf is on the tree,
And cloud-winged barks in silence sail
With stately majesty

Along the blue and bending sky,
Like joyous living things,
And rainbow-tinted birds flit by
With swiftly glancing wings:
O summer, summer! joyful time!
Singing a gentle strain,
Thou comest from a warmer clime
To visit us again!

DESCRIPTION OF A VISIT TO NIAGARA.

BY PROFESSOR JAMES MOFFAT.

Through the dark night urging our rapid way
We listen to a low, continued sound,
As of a distant drum calling to arms.
It grows with our approach; lulls with the breeze,
And swells again into a bolder note,
Like an AEolian harp of giant string.
Again, the tone is changed, and a fierce roar
Of tumult rises from the trembling earth,
As if the imprisoned spirits of the deep
Had found a vent for that rebellious shout,
Which from ten thousand lips ascends to Heaven.
Voice not to be mistaken--even he
Upon whose ear it comes for the first time
Claims it as known, and bringing to his heart
The boldest fancies of his early days--
Thy thunders, dread Niagara, day