The solemn joy of her heart's release "Dearest!" she whispered, under breath, The love I hid from myself away My ears shall never to wooer list, Sacred to thee am I henceforth, She came and stood by her sister's bed: "Hall of the Heron is dead!" she said. “The wind and the waves their work have done, We shall see him no more beneath the sun. Little will reck that heart of thine; It loved him not with a love like mine. I, for his sake, were he but here," Could hem and 'broider thy bridal gear, Though hands should tremble and eyes be wet, But now my soul with his soul I wed; Thine the living, and mine the dead!" JOHN G. WHITTIER. FARM-YARD SONG. OVER the hill the farm boy goes, The early dews are falling, Into the stone-heap darts the mink; "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!'" Farther, farther over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'!" Into the yard the farmer goes, With grateful heart at the close of day; In the wagon-shed stand yoke and plough; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Now to her task the milkmaid goes; Soothingly calling, "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!" The cheerful milkmaid takes her stool, And sits and milks in the twilight cool, Saying, "So! so, boss! so, so!" To supper at last the farmer goes, The housewife's hands has turned the lock; The household sinks to deep repose; "Co', boss! co', boss! co', co', co'!' THE FORTUNE HUNTER. Two village friends who chanced to meet When each had kindly hailed the other With "How d'ye do?" and "How's your mother?" And "Shall we have a change of weather?" Fell into grave discourse together About Dame Fortune. One declared His purpose, - should his life be spared, To seek the lady far and wide, Until he found her. "Faith!" replied (Who knows?) come here some pleasant day?" Unmoved to hear his neighbor scoff, That very day the man set off In quest of Fortune. "Sure the court Must be her favorite resort," As fashion bade, talked, dressed, and danced, For, though he'd heard of some who'd seen The tail that cost his purse so dear, JOHN G. Saxe. CURING A COLD. friend told me to go to bed. I did get up and take Within the hour THE first time that I began to sneeze, a go and bathe my feet in hot water, and So. Shortly after, a friend told me to a cold shower-bath. I did that also. another friend told me it was policy to feed a cold, and starve a fever. I had both; so I thought it best to fill up for the cold, and let the fever starve a while. In a case of this kind I seldom do things by halves: I ate pretty heartily. I conferred my custom upon a stranger who had just opened a restaurant on Cortland Street, near the hotel, that morning, paying him so much for a full meal. He waited near me in respectful silence until I had finished feeding my cold, when he inquired whether people about New York were much afflicted with colds. I told him I thought they were. He then went out and took in his sign. I started up toward the office, and on the walk encountered another bosom friend, who told me that a quart of warm salt-water would come as near curing a cold as any thing in the world. I hardly thought I had room for it, but I tried it anyhow. The result was surprising. I believe I threw up my immortal soul. Now, as I give my experience only for the benefit of those of your friends who are troubled with this distemper, I feel that they will see the propriety of my cautioning them against following such portions of it as proved inefficient with me; and acting upon this conviction I warn them against warm salt-water. It may be a good enough remedy, but I think it is rather too severe. If I had another cold in the head, and there was no course left me,- to take either an earthquake or a quart of warm salt-water, I would take my chances on the earthquake. After this, everybody in the hotel became interested; and I took all sorts of remedies, hot lemonade, cold lemonade, pepper-tea, boneset, stewed Quaker, hoarhound sirup, onions and loaf-sugar, lemons and brown sugar, vinegar and laudanum, five bottles fir balsam, eight bottles cherry pectoral, and ten bottles of Uncle Sam's remedy; but all without effect. One of the prescriptions given by an old lady was—well, it was dreadful. She mixed a decoction composed of molasses, catnip, peppermint, aquafortis, turpentine, kerosene, and various other drugs, and instructed me to take a wineglassful of it every |