Like a bold mariner. There is no bough
But lifteth its appealing arm to heaven.
The scudding grass is shivering as it flies,
And herbs and flowers crouch to their mother
Earth

Like frightened children. 'Tis more terrible

When the hoarse thunder speaks, and the fleet wind

Stops like a steed that knows his rider's voice,

For oh, the rush that follows is the calm
Of a despairing heart; and, as a maniac
Loses his grief in raving, the mad storm,
Weeping hot tears, awakens with a sob
From its blank desolation and shrieks on.

ANNA DRINKER (Edith May).

A DROPPED TRINKET.

AT Reigate, underneath the trees,

The autumn ferns were crisped with brown,

An ornament of gold I dropped

roofed

With tempest, and the moon's scant rays fall through

For there until this hour it lies

Beneath some curving fern. Winter will bury it with leaves;

A golden blossom on the sprout
A fallen acorn then puts out,
My little gem, obscured so long,
May wake a wandering poet's song,
Who, heedless of his steps, may pass,
And there, amidst the tangled grass,
Its shining may discern.

gloom,

Which to his evil conscience represented

All things with double terror. On the ground

Rejected my forewarning, and disdained
Not to be trusted, longing to be seen,
Though by the devil himself, him everween-
ing

and oft

Cursed his creation, death as oft accused Of tardy execution, since denounced

death,"

Said he, "with one thrice-acceptable stroke To end me? Shall truth fail to keep her word.

Justice divine not hasten to be just?
But death comes not at all, justice divine
Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or

cries.

Rather than solid virtue, all but a rib
Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears,
More to the part sinister, from me drawn,
Well if thrown out as supernumerary
To my just number found. Oh, why did
God,

Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven
With spirits masculine, create at last

This novelty on earth, this fair defect

Of nature, and not fill the world at once
With men as angels without feminine,
Or find some other way to generate
Mankind? This mischief had not then be-
fallen,

And more that shall befall, innumerable
Disturbances on earth through female snares,
And strait conjunction with this sex; for
either

He never shall find out fit mate but such
As some misfortune brings him, or mistake,
Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain
Through her perverseness, but shall see her
gained

By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld
By parents, or his happiest choice too late
Shall meet, already linked and wedlock
bound

To a fell adversary, his hate or shame;
Which infinite calamity shall cause

To human life and household peace confound."

Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,

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My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist? While yet we live, scarce one short hour, perhaps,

Between us two let there be peace, both joining,

As joined in injuries, one enmity
Against a foe by doom express assigned us,
That cruel serpent. On me exercise not
Thy hatred for this misery befallen,
On me already lost-me than thyself
More miserable; both have sinned, but thou
Against God only, I against God and thee,
And to the place of judgment will return,
There with my cries importune Heaven, that
all

The sentence from my head removed may light

On me, sole cause to thee of all this woeMe, me only, just object of his ire.

She ended weeping, and her lowly plight, Immovable till peace obtained from fault

wrought