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90 an under-scullion in their Majesties royal house-hold, who, unfortunately for their union, was obliged to take a journey to one of the colonies in the South Seas, where he is still rusticating.

The little church and congregation is scattered; Bucephalus and Mazeppa have passed into Mr. Thomas' hands, and are found to answer to their former names of Tom and Bill quite as well as before their acquaintance with English society. The people of Laurelville are almost satisfied with what they have said of the Smithes, and have nearly ceased to scandalise them-and Mr. Simpson passed Mrs. Pegg the other week, bowed politely to her, and when out of hearing, sung to a lively air "Sic a wife as Willie has, I wad nac gie a button for her." ROSALIE.

BY H. J. VERNON. I SAW thee mid beauty, But none were so bright I heard thee with music, No voice was so light It was but a moment, I saw thee float by A light moving onward Far down the blue sky.

And each had a seeming In look and in tone, Alas ! for that coldness It was not our own. And gaily we parted, As gaily we met— That meeting and parting Oh! can we forget? In visions I see thee, Like light on a stream Thou seemest unto me A star or a dream Thy smile and thy whisper Yet thrill in my brain, Oh! when shall I meet thec, Bright stranger again? DREAMING AND WAKING. I DREAMT a green and golden earth. A still renew'd, immortal birth, But 'mid that world so fairly beaming, I knew with grief, that I was dreaming. That grief awoke me, and I found A lovelier vision spread around, And, sweeter than my slumber's flowers, Bedeck'd this common world of ours. STERLING. THE YOUNG MEMBER.

BY MRS. M. V. SPENCER.

CHAPTER I.

IT was a cloudless summer night. A light breeze rustled the leaves, with a low musical sound that disposed the mind to dreamy reveries. The moon was high in heaven, sailing on through the undimmed ether, silvering hill, plain' and tree top with her effulgence, and trailing a long line of light across the dark waters of the river that rippled at the feet of two individuals, who, yet in the first blush of youth and beauty, sat on a rude bench under a giant oak on the very verge of the pebbly shore. One was a lady who might have numbered eighteen summers, though she had the easy grace and assured air of a woman of twenty-five. Beautiful both in face and form, the sole child of a very wealthy man, and possessing a vivacity and intellect to which few of her sex could lay claim, Kate Eldrington had been early welcomed into society, so that, at an age when others were still at school, she was the favorite belle of the season. But with all her loveliness her character was radically defective. Flattered from her childhood up, and accustomed to have her every wish acceded to, she learned at length to act as if her own gratification was to be sought at the expense of every one with whom she was thrown into contact, and became accordingly selfish and wilful as well as vain, thoughtless, envious and deceitful. But though such was the real character of Miss Eldrington, few, except the members of her family, were aware of it. Her queenly style of beauty, her finished manners, her exquisite tact in conversation, and the taste and art with which she dressed, rendered her the theme of continual admiration; and wherever she appeared, she was surrounded by admirers. Living thus in a constant atmosphere of flattery, and delighted with herself and all around her, she had little temptation to betray her bad qualities; and if, at rare intervals, she felt envious of any one, it just sufficed to add a double spice to her wit. Kate Eldrington was, therefore, a prize for which none felt themselves too lofty to strive.

The other individual was a young man who might have been two years older than Miss Eldrington, but it needed only a glance to reveal that in manners and feelings he was still a boy, though a high-souled, and romantic one. Edward Howell was also an only child, but unlike Kate, he had been left an orphan in infancy. His father had died enormously rich, and the whole of his vast fortune having accumulated for nearly twenty years was now grown to an almost incredible size, rendering the son one of the wealthiest millionaires in the country. But the young heir was not more gifted by fortune, than endowed in mind. Hitherto nothing had