'Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
And ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite:
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
'Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold:
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
'Ring in the valiant men and free,

The larger heart the kindlier hand:
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the CHRIST that is to be.'

And of all Christian souls! I pray GoD.

GOD be wi' you!

THE vane points south. Bamp blows the gale,
From off towards ocean's misty waste;

Aloft the rainy signals sail,

And on their stormy mission haste

I stand and hear the roaring blast,
And see the wild rack drifting fast;
And watch on Unadilla's* braes,

Where late the summer sun did smile,
The marching mist, and scudding haze,
Like spectral rank and file!

There go the hopeful hours of Spring,
There Summer's more exalted pride,

In autumn glooms evanishing

By mournful Unadilla's side.

And other phantoms, too, I see,

Of perished objects, dear to me;

Once seen, like flowers of smiling spring.
Now all on memory devolves;

While in the blast all hollow sing
The ghosts of good resolves.

O buried time! O vain regrets!

Yon visioned, gloomed, autumnal strife,
Minds me how fast towards autumn sets
My own bright summer bark of life!

Yes, voyager to the unknown shore,
No anchor holds that you throw o'er.
Affection's bower, e'en Love's strong sheet,

Gill, (Mass.,) Oct. 4th.

Cannot the forward tide withstand.

Blest Hope! keep watch; thy cry is sweet:
Land ho! the 'Better Land!'

*THE name of the stream flowing through the farm of the writer, sacred to mournful memories.

Were they not with us as some precious treasure,
Lent by a FATHER to HIS children's care?

Doth HE not prize our jewels above measure,

When He would choose them in His crown to wear?

IV.

Will they not grace the glorious realms of Heaven,

Far better than this darkened world below?

Is not their struggle o'er, the victory given,
Shall not their spirits joy forever know?

V.

Let us think of them as in quiet slumber,

Within the church-yard's sweet and solemn shade,
Where rest in glorious hope a countless number,
O'er Sin and Death through CHRIST victorious made.

VI.

There is a hope that we may fondly cherish,

To meet ere long before JEHOVAH'S throne,
Dear ones for whom our love can never perish,
And though in Heaven, we still may call our own.

VIL

Though on each brow a glorious crown be gleaming,

Though changed each face, and clothed with radiance bright. Yet from the heart shall Love's warm rays be streaming,

To meet and recognize each form of light.

VIII.

Oh! joy, for mortal knowledge past the power,
When those long parted shall unite again,
Where all is peace, nor clouds of sorrow lower,
And fill the weary heart with tears and pain.

IX.

Then let us hope, with humble faith believing, The veil of flesh shall soon be drawn aside, And all the loveliness of Heaven revealing, GOD to His perfect rest our souls shall guide. Charleston, (S. C.)

MAY.

AN ADIEU: то A LADY IN HER HOOPS.

THE OBSERVATIONS OF MACE SLOPER, ESQ.

FAMILIARLY NARRATED BY HIMSELF.

NUMBER TWELVE.

IN WHICH MACE SLOPER SEES SAM AND GOES OVER CERTAIN CURIOUS EXPERIENCES.

NEW-YORK is an extensive place, as we all know perfectly loud in its extensiveness—and some of my readers may begin to think by this time that if the fact ain't pretty generally promulgated it won't be for want of blowing by Mace Sloper. But the fact is, that the munificent immensity of its vastness is so luciferously perceptible to a man who does business with the concern, that he can't help advertising it - as all good customers are bound to do. For instance, just now I wanted something new a different style of goods from the last chapter and so I turned in to the great shop where all sorts of observations are put away ticketed in pigeon-holes like a great pawnbroker's place, and concluded to try the following.

There was a man here not long ago, who contrived, among other ingenious tricks, to owe Mace Sloper rather more money than Mace could well afford to lose and to get in debt to Hiram Twine to exactly the same amount.

As may be supposed, this object of specuniary interest very soon became the object of considerable many dun-colored calls, which increased in intensity until things really begun to look as if we, the duns, were in a fair way to become dun-browna very pretty color sometimes for a bull, but a mighty ugly one for a bear- and Hiram and I just then had become the completest sort of bears, in going in trying to claw something down out of our friend.

During the course of these visits to Mr. Adger Clausen, when we very often called for a sight without getting one, I got considerably acquainted with his clerk - a very smart chap, whom Hiram used to speak of sometimes as Young Satan, and sometimes, unless I disremember, as Stopple-Lees,' and which I expect was some literary figure amounting to pretty nearly the same thing. Well, it became reasonably clear to me before long, that Stopple-lees, or Young Satan, had a devilish sight more to do with Adger Clausen's affairs, and held him three or four points closer than Adger Clausen held himself; and as the latter was a pretty sharp blade, I need n't say that Young Satan became almost as much of an object of interest to me as the same gentleman's Senior does to much more serious people when they have a doubt as to where the balance lies on their books, and are taking account of stock and closing up partnership with the world.

There was something about the young fellow which made the name fit almost too close for fun. In the first place, he was n't so much 'devilish handsome' as 'diabolically handsome.' His hair came down

in the centre very low, and then walked back behind two very high temples, which were flanked off by two small but queerly-pointed ears, which he always kept moving in a distracting sort of way when talking. After his hair (which was black and a little curly, but always a good deal rumpled) had left his temples, it stood back, and was mighty apt to mind one of horns. His face was pale, and used to look old or young, according to circumstances, while his black eyes always, no matter what was up, never lost a sort of a suspicion of a smile, but which never came out plain. His eye-brows shot up toward his temples right and left, and his mouth and chin seemed to be hard and grim, while he wore a mustache which put one in mind of a Chinese - it was n't a French mustache, or a Lager-Beer mustache, or a New-York mustache, or any thing Christian- but a kind of outlandish heathen Oriental affair, as original in its way as the rest of the face; and yet for all this, Stopple-lees was a very handsome chap.

It became plain to me after a while that Adger Clausen had rather got us, and that we had a hard row to hoe. About the same time I noticed that Young Satan seemed to take a rather unaccountable interest in me all of a sudden. He would talk as long as he could — and very few men could talk better-did me several very good turns in an extra way - and began to show a genius in the way of cross-questioning and pumping me about the very last things in life I could have ever calculated he would have cared the first rusty red to know. Not being one of your 'cute sort, I did n't venture to see much with him in this talk, and let out considerably little, which did not bluff him a mite, however, or promote his modesty one fraction.

One morning I found myself engaged in the old business with Adger Clausen, or Mr. Edge-and-Claws-on, as Hiram used to sometimes call him. Though not one of your 'cute sort, I was n't quite so green as to be attempting to show Mr. Clausen that the money was justly or honorably due, or that he ought to pay it, or any such nonsense. No Sir-ree; I was simply showing him why I reckoned I could make him shell over, while he on the other hand, was trying to prove quite as plainly why he thought that he could get off. It's a very beautiful way of doing business when both parties are old hands, who reduce every question of debt whatever to a matter of gouging, and saves a great deal of calling names, to say nothing of ill-temper. Well, we drylated away calm as a game of chess, for half-an-hour. 'Don't you see that I can make you do so-and-so?' 'Yes; but do n't you see that I can give you the dodge, so-and-so?' and so it went on, until at last, Young Satan, who always stood by, and occasionally addressed a word to either of us, spoke out very calm:

Sloper, you are taking a damned sight of trouble for nothing, coming here, and arguing so with our friend. Just at this very minute you 're taking up valuable time time that Mr. Clausen ought to be devoting to collecting funds to pay you with- for he 's going to pay you in full-oh! yes, he is,' added Young Satan, looking at Clausen as if he owned him body and breeches; 'every infernal brad of it. You need n't kick so, Mr. Clausen by Jerusalem, you'll kick worse if you do n't. And stop - Sloper - you and Twine both run in the same