STANZAS. Addressed to my daughter while she slept. REST, my babe, in peace and beauty, Watch thee, precious, in thy rest. Rest, while infancy sheds o'er thee, Blinded to the fate before thee,- Rest, ere childhood's playful season When a fleeting cloud, young sorrow Rest, ere girlhood's giddy hours Rest, ere yet the maiden's blushes Voiceless, tho' 't will volumes speak. Ere the thoughts, the vivid fancies, From the soul,) shall brightly steal. Rest, while Infancy has bound thee THE WIFE. "She flung her white arms around him-Thou art all That this poor heart can cling to." I COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, I could have smiled on every blow I could-- I think I could have brooked, Upon my fading face hadst looked With less of love than now; But thus to see, from day to day, Thy brightening eye and cheek, To meet thy smiles of tenderness, And catch the feeble tone Of kindness, ever breathed to bless, -- To mark thy strength each hour decay, It must not be; we may not part; I could not live" alone!" ᎢᎻᎬ ᎻᎬᎪᎡᎢ, I lingered in the Halls of Imagination. Her sceptre had fallen from her grasp. I turned to the realm of the Heart. Its power had increased with years." THERE was a time when Fancy uninvoked, Cast her light spells where'er my spirit roved, But now I gaze, unheeding most I see Of wild or fair, in Nature's boundless hoard; A change is over all -a change in me As Lethe's streams o'er Fancy's source were poured. This change I mourn, and seek again the dreams Which brightened, soothed, and gladdened life of yore; But shaded groves, fresh flowers, and purling streams, Exert their influence o'er my mind no more. No more I dream—for Fancy has grown old There are in life, realities as dear, Nay, dearer far than Fancy can create, The flush of Youth soon passes from the face, SARAH HELEN WHITMAN. MRS. WHITMAN is a native of Providence, Rhode-Island. Her maiden name was Power. Her father died when she was a child; her mother being thus left to the solitariness of a widow's lot, devoted herself with unwearied care to the education of her daughter. The health of Miss Power was constitutionally delicate, while her mental faculties developed with that quickness and brilliancy which surely indicates the predominancy of imagination. Poetry was the favorite literature of her youthful studies, and she soon manifested the propensity, which the Muse will foster in those she elects her votaries, to "write in rhyme." In 1828, Miss Power was married to John W. Whitman, a young lawyer, son of Judge Whitman, of Boston. The marriage was one of affection, induced by the congeniality of poetical and literary tastes --but the union was in a few years dissolved by the death of Mr. Whitman. Mrs. Whitman then returned to her mother's arms, and her early home at Providence, where she now resides. Her poetry has appeared in the periodicals and annuals over the signature "Helen," and always excited attention by its richness of imagery and sweet, melodious versification. She has an uncommonly retentive memory, and elaborates her poems in a rather peculiar manner; arranging, |