ails not, though his wo-worn cheeks
Blanch with emotion, and in tone full loud
Thus to the ghastly apparition speaks--
"Why stand before me in that gory shroud,
Unwelcome guest! thy purpose unavowed;
Art thou the shaping of my wildered brain?"
The spectre answered, with a gesture proud,
In hollow accents--"We will meet again
When the best blood of Rome smokes on Philippi's plain."

TO VIOLET.

BY JEROME A. MABY.

Years--eventful years have passed
Sweet sister! since I met thy smile;
I'm thinking now what change they've cast
Upon your form and mine the while;
Thy girlhood's days with them are flown--
A calmer light must fill thine eye;
Thy voice have now an added tone;
Thy tresses fall more dark and free.
Yet, in my dreams of thee and home,
A slight, pale girl I ever see,
Whose smiles to her mild lip do come,
Like stars in heaven--tremblingly!
For with thy young heart's lovingness
There aye seemed blent a troubled fear,
As if it knew _all_ tenderness
Must see its worship perish here!
And oh, the prayers I poured to Heaven,
That time prove not to _thee_ how golden links are riven!

And I--oh, sister! _I_ am changed--
You scarce would know the dreaming boy;
For all too far his steps have ranged
Through wildering ways of Strife and Joy
Oh! falcon-eyed Ambition's schemes--
The thrill that comes on mounting wings--
Have left no love for quiet dreams,
And learned contempt for tamer things!
And Pleasure to my youthful cheek
So many a hot, wild flush has won,
That to her foils I've grown too weak--
Some nerve must still be passion-spun!
And if 'mid scenes all bravery--glow--
The night has found me proud and blest,
Stern, mournful things--that make life's wo--
Have struck sad music from my breast!
And when at times Thought leaves me calm,
And boyhood's memories float by,
_Then_ well I know how changed I am--
And a strange weakness dims my eye!
Oh! sister, on this heart of mine
Weight--stain--have come, since last I met that smile of thine!

"THINK NOT THAT I LOVE THEE."

A BALLAD.

MUSIC COMPOSED AND ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO FORTE BY

J. L. MILNER,

_AND RESPECTFULLY DEDIC