The dear little ballroom deceiver Doesn't offer to know you again.

Can it be you have flirted together? Now she on her hack canters by,

"A stranger animal," cries one, "Sure never lived beneath the sun : A lizard's body, lean and long,

A fish's head, a serpent's tongue, Its tooth with triple claw disjoined;

FT has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark,
Returning from his finished tour,
Grown ten times perter than before ;
Whatever word chance to drop,
you
The travelled fool your mouth will stop:
"Sir, if my judgment you'll allow-
I've seen, and sure I ought to know;"
So begs you'd pay a due submission
And acquiesce in his decision.

Two travellers of such a cast,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed,
And on their way, in friendly chat,
Now talked of this and then of that,
Discoursed a while, 'mongst other matter,
Of the chameleon's form and nature.

So high, at last, the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows,
When luckily came by a third;
To him the question they referred,
And begged he'd tell them, if he knew,
Whether the thing was green or blue.

"Sirs," said the umpire, " cease your pother;
The creature's neither one nor t'other.
I caught the animal last night,
And viewed it o'er by candlelight;
I marked it well: 'twas black as jet.
You stare, but, sirs, I've got it yet,

And can produce it."-" Pray, sir, do;
I'll lay my life the thing is blue."-
"And I'll be sworn that when you've seen
The reptile you'll pronounce him green.".

Well, then, at once to end the doubt,"
Replies the man, "I'll turn him out;
And when before your eyes I've set him,
If you don't find him black, I'll eat him."
He said, then full before their sight
Produced the beast, and, lo! 'twas white!

The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale,
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail,
The crowded mart, the cultivated plain,
A new creation rescued from his reign.

Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil
Impels the native to repeated toil,
Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.
Hence all the good from opulence that
springs,

wise.

Lay mouldering on the bare ground,

And the knight rushed in, but saw not a trace

Of a friend as he gazed around.

He flew to the grove where his mistress late Had charmed him with love's sweet tone, But 'twas desolate now, and the strings were mute,

And she he adored was gone.

The wreaths were all dead in Rosalie's bower And Rosalie's dove was lost,

And the winter's wind had withered each flower

On the myrtle she valued most.

But a cypress grew where the myrtle's bloom
Once scented the morning air,

And under its shade was a marble tomb,
And Rosalie's home was there.

ANONYMOUS.

THROUGH DEATH TO LIFE.

That grows in the sunny clime,
How every one of its thousand flowers,
As they drop in the blooming-time,
Is an infant plant, that fastens its roots

In the place where it falls on the ground,

And, fast as they drop from the dying

stem,

Grow lively and lovely around? By dying it liveth a thousand fold

In the young that spring from the death of the old.

Have you heard the tale of the pelican-
The Arab's Gimel el Bahr—
That lives in the African solitudes,

Where the birds that live lonely are? Have you heard how it loves its tender young,

And cares and toils for their good? It brings them water from fountains afar, And fishes the seas for their food. In famine it feeds them-what love can devise!

The blood of its bosom, and, feeding them, dies.

plant,

swan,

The snow-white bird of the lake?
It noiselessly floats on the silvery wave,
It silently sits in the brake;

For it saves its song till the end of life,
And then, in the soft, still even,
'Mid the golden light of the setting sun,
It sings as it soars into heaven,

And the blessed notes fall back from the

skies;

'Tis its only song, for in singing it dies.