complete: the kingdom's fairest star to shine among his honors! The
proclamation of Stephen Cordier's pardon would instantly make broad
the way to Chateau Desperiers. She came of a proud race, and he
reckoned on her pride.

Let us not glory in that old man's defeat,--for he died ere his
enemy received, through Elizabeth Montier, life, and the joy of life.
Let us not call him by an evil name to whom the nation gave so fine
a funeral,--but rather pause to listen to the music that comes forth
in royal glory from the harmonious world of Adolphus,--and turn to
look with loving reverence, not with doubt or wonder, and surely not
with pity, on the serene face of Her Grace, the Drummer's Daughter.

WORK AND REST.

What have I yet to do?
Day weareth on,--
Flowers, that, opening new,
Smiled through the morning's dew,
Droop in the sun.

'Neath the noon's scorching glare
Fainting I stand;
Still is the sultry air,
Silentness everywhere
Through the hot land.

Yet must I labor still,
All the day through,--
Striving with earnest will
Patient my place to fill,
My work to do.

Long though my task may be,
Cometh the end.
God 'tis that helpeth me,
His is the work, and He
New strength will lend.

He will direct my feet,
Strengthen my hand,
Give me my portion meet;--
Firm in his promise sweet
Trusting I'll stand.

Up, then, to work again!
God's word is given
That none shall sow in vain,
But find his ripened grain
Garnered in heaven.

Longer the shadows fall,--
Night cometh on;
Low voices softly call,
"Come, here is rest for all!
Labor is done!"

COLIN CLOUT AND THE FAERY QUEEN.

EDMUND SPENSER IN A DOMESTIC POINT OF VIEW.
HIS MISTRESS AND HIS WIFE.

PART I.--HIS MISTRESS.

The "Faery Queen" of Edmund Spenser is before us,--a vast and
glittering mausoleum, in which the purpose of the constructor has
long been entombed, we fear without hope of a happy resurrection.
Nevertheless, into this splendid ruin, hieroglyphed with the most
brilliant images the modern mind has yet conceived, we are about to
dig,--not with the impious desire of dragging forth the intellectual
tenant, now in the fourth century of its everlasting repose, but,
haply, to discover in the outer chambers and passages of the pyramid
some relics of the individual architect, his family and mode of life.
In fact, we are anxious to make