HIMALAYA MOUNTAINS, INDIA. Heavier, yet more heavy, grows his aching head: Hateful, and yet helpful, that eternal bed: Seek the Himalaya; try the healthy change; Cool air from the mountains; from "the Snowy Range!" Ah! the sky seems losing half its torrid glow, At the sweet sound spoken of that welcome SNOW: Is that young heart given, once so much his own? Art thou Bride and Mother? Oh, how time rolls by! Blow, ye cooling breezes! blow, and with you bring Primroses and cowslips, violets that come Peeping through the hedges of his northern home. Sisters, do you miss him, whom ye loved so well? Mother, dost thou weep for him, where he used to dwell? 9 THE MISTAKEN HAND. THE red beam faded from the sultry sky, Her ringlets parted on her forehead fair, And on her ruby lips a smile more bright Than morning's rosy beam of orient light. Quick sped the time; and while she hoped and fear'd, A wary footstep on the turf she heard; Fair Inez slept; but dreams of slain and dying, |