JIMMY'S WOOING.

THE wind came blowing out of the west,
And Jimmy mowed the hay;

The wind came blowing out of the west,
It stirred the green leaves out of their rest,
And rocked the bluebird up in his nest,
And Jimmy mowed the hay.

The swallows skimmed along the ground,
And Jimmy mowed the hay;

The swallows skimmed along the ground, And rustling leaves made pleasant sound, Like children babbling all around,

As Jimmy mowed the hay.

Milly came with her bucket by,
As Jimmy mowed the hay;
Milly came with her bucket by,
With her light foot so trim and sly,
And sunburned cheek, and laughing eye,
And Jimmy mowed the hay.

A rustic Ruth in linsey gown-
And Jimmy mowed the hay;
A rustic Ruth in linsey gown—

He watched her soft cheeks changing brown,
And the long, dark lash that trembled down
Whenever he looked that way.

O, Milly's heart was good as gold-
And Jimmy mowed the hay;

O, Milly's heart was good as gold,
But Jimmy thought her shy and cold,
And more he thought than ere he told,
As Jimmy mowed the hay.

The rain came pattering down amain,
And Jimmy mowed the hay;
The rain came pattering down amain,
And under the thatch of the laden train,
Jimmy and Milly, a cunning twain,
Sat sheltered by the hay.

The merry rain drops hurried in
Under the thatch of hay;

The merry rain drops hurried in,
And laughed and pattered in a din,
Over that which they saw within,
Under the thatch of hay.

For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast,
Under the thatch of hay;

For Milly nestled to Jimmy's breast,
Like a wild bird fluttering to its nest-
And then I'll swear she looked her best
Under the thatch of hay.

And when the sun came laughing out,
Over the ruined hay;

And when the sun came laughing out,
Milly had ceased to pet and pout,
And twittering birds began to shout,
As if for a wedding day.

BEAUTY.

WHAT is the blooming tincture of the skin
To peace of mind and harmony within?
What the bright sparkling of the finest eye
To the soft soothing of a calm reply?
Can comeliness of form, or shape, or air,
With comeliness of words or deeds compare?
No:- those at first the unwary heart may gain;
But these, these only, can the heart retain.

Gay.

YOUTH AND MANHOOD.

YOUTH, that pursuest with such eager pace
Thy even way,

Thou pantest on to win a mournful race:
Then stay! O, stay!

Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain;
Loiter, enjoy:

Once past, thou never wilt come back again
A second boy.

The hills of manhood wear a noble face,
When seen from far;

The mist of light from which they take their grace
Hides what they are.

The dark and weary path those cliffs between
Thou canst not know,

And how it leads to regions never green,
Dead fields of snow!

Pause, while thou mayst, nor deem that fate thy Which, all too fast,

[gain,

Will drive thee forth from this delicious plain,

A man at last!

Milnes.

GINEVRA.

SHE was an only child - her name Ginevra,
The joy, the pride of an indulgent father;
And in her fifteenth year became a bride,
Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria,
Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.
Just as she looks there in her bridal dress,
She was all gentleness, all gayety,

Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue.
But now the day was come, the day, the hour;
Now frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time,
The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ;
And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave
Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.

Great was the joy; but at the nuptial feast,

When all sat down, the bride herself was wanting,

Nor was she to be found! Her father cried,
""Tis but to make a trial of our love!"

And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook,
And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
"Twas but that instant she had left Francesco,
Laughing, and looking back, and flying still,
Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger
But now, alas! she was not to be found;
Nor from that hour could any thing be guessed,
But that she was not!