They may idols be in gay saloons,

Flirt with fops who look like starched baboons; Join the giddy waltz or masquerade,

Where silly heads play a heartless trade.

Soon home they come with their noddles turned, Talk of splendid offers proudly spurned:

'Tis the boast of fools, and of not a few Versed in morals taught by Eugene Sue.

They'll order round with a haughty air,
And naught but silks and satins wear;
With their tricks of art and cunning wiles,
They blockheads catch in a net of smiles.

A class there is who with wit evince
A warm regard for some merchant prince,
Who has raised himself from tapes and thread
Among Fashion's slaves to take the lead.

Can ye wonder, thinking parents, then,
That your thoughtless girls wed roué men,
Since Peace and Hope and Joy are sold
For bricks and mortar, lands and gold?

Ye may count your thousands o'er and o'er,
And Common Sense drive from your door;
But Remorse will force an entrance there,
And cloud the brow with dark despair.

This world is a scene of ups and downs,
It smiles to-day and to-morrow frowns;
And in Fashion's sphere, where move upstarts,
Empty pockets soon make bankrupt hearts.

Go! hew for pearls in a granite rock,⠀⠀
Or seek for brains in a barber's block;
And your search will prove no less in vain,
Than to find true worth in Fashion's train.

The Poet's Fireside.

ES! there is one above all others

YES!

Fondly still who clings to me,

With love more strong than e'en a mother'sDearest wife! 'tis thee, 'tis thee!

Thee have I found each waking morrow

In my heart a reigning queen; Partaker of my joy and sorrow, All I've felt and all I've been.

Ah! could such love be ever riven?
Could such love be felt again?

Sealed by the holy stamp of Heaven,
Could our hearts be torn in twain?

No! years love's fetters only strengthen,
Draw them close and closer still,

And as they tighten, pure joys lengthen-
Slaves obedient to the will.

Sweet Peace and Love reign in my dwelling,

Constant inmates, scorning show:

Blest wedded pair! forever smiling,
Hand in hand, through life they go.

Fools may seek tainted springs of pleasure,
Wealth its transient joys may find;

But Heaven grant me the lasting treasure
Of a calm, contented mind.

The way to bliss, I see it clearly;
Would mankind could only see!
The little sphere I love so dearly
Is a world of bliss to me.

My children! rose-buds young and tender,
Snow-flakes yet without a stain,
With rapture, all they have to render,
Kiss me o'er and o'er again.

Then why kneel at the shrine of folly?
Why desert the social hearth?
Domestic life, so pure and holy,

Is but heaven brought down to earth.

Israel Restored.

ONG thy harps have been mute and thy war-banner furled, Hoary nation, in fragments spread over the world!

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But light dawns on thy darkness, hope gleams on thy path, And sweet mercy is mixed in the cup of God's wrath.

Thou hast oft been, O Israel, in sunshine and shade,
Since the Lord with thy Chief the new Covenant made;
While the summits of Sinai were wrapped in a cloud,
And its bleak shattered sides echoed thunders aloud.

For thy crimes red as scarlet, the Prophets of old,
Deeply read in the future, thine exile foretold;
And all changes the God of thy fathers hath willed
Are recorded on high, and will yet be fulfilled.

Wolves have entered the fold, breathing rapine and blood; Crime, exulting, hath rode on fierce slaughter's red flood; And, as if to work out some inscrutable plan,

Against thee were let loose the worst passions of man.