I found that the grave lady who looks as if she might have read daily lectures against coquetry and elopement to her children, was no other than the once celebrated Mary Ranchon, and that the gentleman in such undivided proximity was that Huguenot husband, who so greatly enhanced her happiness by his love, and her respectability by his wisdom. Should any person continue sceptical as to the truth of the facts herein related, he may see, should he travel in the land of steady habits, those same family portraits, gratis, and be told the name of the husband of Mary Ranchon. AN HOUR OF ROMANCE. To this sweet place for quiet. "I come Every tree And bush, and fragrant flower, and hilly path, And thymy mound that flings unto the winds Its morning incense, is my friend."-Barry Cornwall. THERE were thick leaves above me and around, As of soft showers on water;-dark and deep Came pouring through the woven beech-boughs down, A tale of Palestine.*-Meanwhile the bee Swept past me with a tone of summer hours, *The Talisman-Tales of the Crusaders. But ere long All sense of these things faded, as the spell Breathing from that high gorgeous tale grew strong On my chained soul;-'t was not the leaves I heard ;— A Syrian wind the lion-banner stirred, Through its proud floating folds :-'t was not the brook Singing in secret through its glassy glen ;— A wild shrill trumpet of the Saracen Pealed from the desert's lonely heart, and shook GOD IS LOVE. SWEET the sound of Nature's voice, Sweet the breath of summer gale, Sweet the fall of summer shower, When the breeze of evening bears Perfume from each dewy flower. When, amid unfading bowers, Sing their happy lives away; Sweet, where Eastern climes are bright, Ere the day begins to fade, There to watch the yellow light, Glist'ning through the palm-tree's shade, Sweet, beneath those cloudless skies, Peace below, and light above, There to wander forth, and feel God is light, and God is love. Sweet-but, ah! What temples there In this soft sequestered spot, Well may such a scene inspire But within those temples fair N |