THE LOVE OF GOD. 2. LOVE Thee!-oh, clad in human lowliness, Love Thee! Whose every word but breathes to bless! flows; The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose; TO THE HON. WILLIAM LAMB. BY LADY CAROLINE LAMB. THOUGH all at once, unheard, reprove me, -I will not shrink, if thou but love me, And sayest thou that I dare not face The storm that bursts above my head! -The proud most keenly feel disgrace, And 'tis disgrace, alone, I dread. I fear not censure's bitter sneer, And even though wrong, if thou can'st love me, THE DYING GIRL. A POETIC SKETCH. OH! lead me forth-and let me gaze, 'Ere yet the early lark shall wake, I weep, but 'tis not that I grieve This sweet and sunny world to leave,- -I felt the rust within my soul Gnaw link from link!-now snaps the whole! P Thou wilt be near, when I am laid And this high spirit would disdain The sigh that comes-when sighs are vain, The tears-his tears—which would not flow Fling on my grave—and they shall be Enough!-yet oh! if near this way, Through slight and suffering-wrong and ill! Tell him the prayer breathed long and last That, pausing on the verge of time, ELIZA. THE WIFE. A TALE. MARY, a young and beautiful wife, sat reading by the window. Sometimes, she looked from her book to admire, unnoticed, the exquisite beauty of her little boy, an infant of two years old, whose round and dimpled limbs he displayed, in a thousand fantastic positions, on the hearth-rug. She admired, in every movement, the gracefulness of nature; and then turned her radiant countenance, beaming with fondness, on her husband. Thankfulness was at her heart, too full for words-thankfulness for this pledge of their mutual love-thankfulness for hes Frederick's tried affection, proof against absence, dissipation, variety, riches,-all the world's dangerous seductions. As she mentally enumerated the blessings of her lot,-state-station-youth-beautyfortune and then a husband (such a husband) for whom she would have sacrificed unmurmuringly each and all these blessings-and then her cherub boy, more beautiful than fabled love, she paused to think how she had deserved thus to obtain every concentrated joy. "Not in my desert, but in thine infinite goodness, oh! my God, do I find the cause of my |