he hours
That remain, ere in death I recline!

Dwell with me, benevolent charm!
Without the attendance of health
Not the smiles of affection can warm,
And dull are the splendors of wealth.

The pageant of empire is stale
That lifts men like gods o'er their race,
And the heart's thrilling impulses fail
When Love beckons on to the chase.

Whate'er in itself joy can give,
Or that springs from sweet respite of pain,
That mortals or gods can receive,
Blest HYGEIA! is found in thy train!

Thy smile kindles up the fresh spring,
The glad, verdant bloom of the soul;
Thee absent, our pleasures take wing,
And Sorrow usurps her control.

ISABEL.

Hush! her face is chill,
And the summer blossom.
Motionless and still,
Lieth on her bosom.
On her shroud so white,
Like snow in winter weather,
Her marble hands unite,
Quietly together.

How like sleep the spell
On her lids that falleth!
Wake, sweet Isabel!
Lo! the morning calleth.
How _like_ Sleep!--'tis Death!
Sleep's own gentle brother;
Heaven holds her breath--
She is with her mother!

ONE READING FROM TWO POETS.

----My imagination
Carries no favor in it but Bertram's.
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away.
SHAKSPEARE.

Should GOD create another Eve and I
Another rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart.
MILTON.

I have this evening, while seated in my lonely chamber, ventured--not, I
hope, with profane hands--to draw one inappreciable gem from out of the
carcanet of each of the two unrivalled masters of the poetry of our
language. I was curious to see the effect to be produced by a close
juxtaposition of these two exquisite specimens of the soul's light; of the
revealment of its original genius; of the intense brilliancy of its Truth,
falling as it does in one ray upon two objects so diverse in their
character as the virgin love of the retired and comparatively humble but
devoted Helena, and the married constancy of the Father of our race.

The effect reminds me of an _echappee de lumiere_ that I once beheld in
the gallery of the Vatican, when a sudden emergence of light brightened
with the same gleam the calm face of the Virgin of the