"No, oh no, content I wander,

Ever joyous, on my way, Seeking not to know the future, Happy in the present day ;

"Singing through the deep dark forest, With the songsters of the grove ; Singing through the sunny meadows To the flowerets that I love ;—

"Joying in the summer sunshine;
Joying in the forest shade;
Joying in all bright things round me,
Wheresoe'er my course is laid.

"And the children play beside me,
For they love to hear me sing;
Hark! I hear their merry voices
Through the forest arches ring.

"Ever thus, through light or shadow, Sing I still my joyous lay,

And all Nature bids me welcome,

As I ripple on my way."

ETHEL.

A SONNET.

I GAZED around, on many a sculptured tomb,
And read, on many a tablet white and fair,
How lordly age was freed from earthly care,.
Or wealth and beauty met an early doom.
And turning, sickened, from this pomp and glare
Of boastful grief, before me I espied

A simple headstone, with no word beside

Save, "Ethel "-only "Ethel" written there.

"Ah! here," methought, "lies some heart's buried

treasure ;

Here love alone keeps watch beside the grave;

Here speaks the yearning love that could not save, In this one word, its sorrow's boundless measure.” I laid a wreath of lilies on the stone,

Meet crown for thee,-Ethel, beloved one.