While stranger-throngs roll by, thy song is lending O'er my full heart it flows with gentle blending, And I will sing, though dear ones, loved and loving, Are left afar in my sweet nest of home; Though from that nest, with backward yearnings moving, Onward I roam! And with heart-music shall my feeble aiding "WHICH IS THE BEAUTY?" I SEE her; 't is she with her large dark eyes, "Not she. There's a beauty I higher prize Than the fringed glance of those radiant eyes." I see her; 't is she of the ivory brow "Not she. There's a beauty that lovelier glows, Though her coral lip with melody flows." Then it must be she of the brilliant mind, "Not she. There 's another more lovely still, With a chastened mind, and a tempered will." I see her, 't is goodness that gilds her brow, "Yes; this is the beauty that blossoms fair, And will blossom for aye, in life's garden of care." ΤΟ ON pure and gentle ones, within your ark Blue be the sky above-your quiet bark Still toil in duty, and commune with Heaven, God to his humblest creatures room has given, space to be. And Space for the eagle in the vaulted sky Space for the ring-dove by her young to lie, Space for the sun-flower, bright with yellow glow, To court the sky Space for the violet, where the wild woods grow, Space for the ocean, in its giant might, Space for the river, tinged with rosy light, Space for the sun, to tread his path in might Space for the glow-worm, calling, by her light, Then, pure and gentle ones, within your ark Blue be the the skies above, and your still bark CHILDREN AT PLAY. SPORT on; sport on; A mother's thought, shadow of heavenly love, As its closed eye turns dimly to the grave? Oh dreams, fair dreams! God's dower to woman's heart, Your light and waving curtains still suspend Before the future, which lies dark behind. ELIZABETH F. ELLET. THE literary career of Mrs. Ellet has been brief, but thus far very successful. It is only about three years since she became known as a writer, and already her fame is established as a poetess of much promise, and her elegant translations from the Italian and French poets have proved her an accomplished scholar in those beautiful languages. Mrs. Ellet was born at shores of Lake Ontario. Her father, the late Doctor Lummis, was a man of learning, and good taste; but he lived at a distance from all learned society-and the advantages of a common school education were, in that retired place, very limited. However, genius does not depend on the schools: Elizabeth was early distinguished for vivacity of intellect and poetical talents; and then she had the good fortune to attract the attention and secure the affections of a congenial mind. This was Doctor William H. Ellet, then Professor of Chemistry, in Columbia College, N. Y. He married her when she was very young, only about seventeen, and under his tuition she immediately commenced the study of the modern languages. He was himself a sound scholar, and possessed much poetical taste: and the proficiency of Mrs. Ellet not only proves her own superior powers of intellect, but also the superior talents and learning of Sodus, a small town on the |