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73 UNDER THE SNOW. LOVE'S FAITH RENEWED. sitting and called her by name. Katharine looked up, so pale that the duchess was terrified.

“Come with me, child, come with me. This shock will make you ill.”

“Mother, am ill,” answered the poor girl, striving to stand up. “So ill—I think they have broken my heart.”

The duchess bent down and kissed the cold, white forehead. Katharine clung to ber, shivering with a nervous bill.

“Tell me, what have they done with him? Will they kill him in spite of the king?"

“The duchess coull not answer, for that moment her husband came up, blandly smiling,

“Come,” he said, “they are waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

Katharine did not ask this question with her lips, but her heart gave a dull, heavy bound, and then seemed turning to stone in her bosom.

(to be continued.)

UNDER THE SNOW.

BY EDWARD A. DARBY. My beautiful Daisy in fast asleep, Beneath the drifting snow And she heedeth but the withering winds That out of the cold North blow — The keen und withering winds that out Of the icy North-land blow,

All the night long they sullenly how! Above her delicate head, But she hears them not as she lies asleep In her silent, snow ayes!

As she sleeps and dreams of the Spring’s warm beams So rosily there in her snowy bed.

The stars from out the glittering sky, That gleams in the wight like tempered steel— stove tint burn like ita,

eee vouree they wh

bed, witht a stato

‘Tuat benma, like # ray of love divine,

‘ionless pito Neath which her slumbering

The blood-red banners from ont the Shifting and drifting tao swift for t

Che cach other, like tangbes of fi Far up (he glimmering, frozen ekies,

Te look on the spot where. unuier the anow, And dreaming of Spring, any Davy lies. sniny recline,

Oh! sweet is tuor slumber beneath the snow, Ereet ax the sloop of the blest Sweet as tho deathless wordy of Chrict, Sweet ax the Oret warm bopa of tore ‘That wakes in (he homan broast— Sweet ne the bisth of love, hefore ta days of doubt and wild unrest, :

Are ainiy she There, as be Hes asleep adh Ui saintavtite snows, Where never an earthly sevlow falta Po break her blissful repir— Nor even qo anuels asa hol of care, Nor aghwt of exrthly wees? She dreuny f the Spring, the heantiful Spring, When tho uncUsward stun shall melt the mows,

And teoton the fattore-—lissit fetters=that hold Hos Set in Ths armas af went ropOsO-—

Who thes binds shall wen hee to wale ngain, And the eoft aourhewind shall broxk her repose. She dreams of the goblen ants When the bow shat nfl its plittering wing,

And the ork, front ite nest among the flowers, bull cleavo the sky ita Jny to ving

Atul the brook gn leaping ante the se Ths freedom neulrigal carving.” ng hours,

beautiful one, From her long anil plewant Heep beneath The drifting snows that imprison her there, As it were, in the icy arms of death, No mors ta lie, denp under the snows, In a couch with the silent twin of death,

LOVE'S FAITH RENEWED.

BY CARRIE MYER.

‘Tre mista of darkness and of doubt, That lately hung vo thick about My weary winl, from ay to day, Have vanished with tho night away.

Te wan not mot Ho is unchanged — > enulit ant be front me estranged ScN true ta me! Oh! Tam bloat, ‘Avi thin Fight and joy to rest

Distrnst of one po loved nnd trao— The bitterness my epfrit Kies Tien will, wilt thoughts with which I've striven— Yor this, for all £ aro forgiven!

come, without the pain of fear, ‘To see the Snumor beauty heres There iv no clond of grief or gloom, T wander where June roses bloom.

September's breath in till ax May, With April flowers the hills aro gay— With mirth and nong the wou are rife, And I I revel in new life?

The Winter winds may rudely blow, ‘And yet no chitl my woot shall knows These flowers shall perish in the dust, Yet still shall live my hope and trust. �