ADIEU TO ITALY. "FAREWELL, farewell, once more. I love thee not As other things inanimate. Thou wert The cherish'd mistress of my youth, — forgot Thou never canst be while I have a heart. Thus torn from thee, no fear can touch my mind, Rev. Edmund Dorr Griffin. THE EVENING STAR. "BRIGHT and watchful eyes From palaces and bowers, have hail'd thy gem James A. Hillhouse. THE GOSPEL INVITATION. "SHOULD passion's slave still wear his fiery chain, When it might rise and soar, beyond their dark control? "But how shall erring man escape the snare Behold thou caviller! radiant at thy side, Faith points the upward way, and seeks to be thy guide. "Ho! every one that thirsteth!' Let the sound Strike every ear, and sink in every heart, Let the free summons reach earth's farthest bound, Till godless nations from their gloom shall start; Blest sound! Ho! every one that thirsteth, ho! Behold! for all mankind salvation's waters flow." Hon. William J. Hamersley. NATIVE PLACE. "I'VE seen the world from side to side, Walk'd in the ways of human pride, Mus'd in the palaces of kings, And mark'd what wealth to grandeur brings ; Yet is the spot of all the earth THE HON. JAMES HILLHOUSE, OF NEW HAVEN, CONN. "BUT Heaven leaves not to human praise, The recompense of well-spent days, A filial love of mother earth That made keen labor seem like mirth, Revered, unblemished, and serene !” James A. Hillhouse. From "Poem of Sachem's Wood." TWELVE YEARS. "TWELVE years have flown! These words are brief, Yet in their sound what memories dwell, Prosper Montgomery Wetmore. A CHANGE. "HE allured young love, with a picture drawn in her own rose-tints, but suddenly put in a back-ground of green jealousies, and black discontent." DEATH OF INFANCY. "LIFE's inextinguishable beam, To its own native fount returps. 968697A "But when the Lord of mortal breath Hath quench'd the radiance of the flame, Returns, unsullied as it came." John Quincy Adams. President of the United States. LOVE AND FAME. "GIVE me the boon of love! Renown is but a breath Whose loudest echo ever floats From out the halls of death: And one sweet note of tenderness, "Give me the boon of love! The lamp of fame shines far, A cloudless household star. One hallow'd glance can fill the soul With a perennial fire; But glory's flame burns fitfully, "Give me the boon of love! Fame's trumpet-strains depart, But Love's sweet lute yields melody And the scroll of fame will burn When sea and earth consume, But the rose of love in a happier sphere, Shall live in deathless bloom." Henry T. Tuckerman. THE TRANSITION. "HER sufferings ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breath'd the long, long night away In statue-like repose; "But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She pass'd through Glory's morning-gate, And walk'd in Paradise." Aldrich. "WINGED thoughts flit through the heart, each leaving its little seed of good or evil."- Bishop Burgess. THE PORTRAIT. "THIS Semblance of your father's time-worn face, Its youth and freshness gone, and in their place "Yet think you still can trace within these eyes |