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ANTICIPATION.
sad scenes laid out under the sunny skies of Italy, where a little moss-covered grave i;,hows the remains of the ancient imperial and '' Eternal City," which was not content even when it carried the Roman Eagles past the white qlifls of England. We believe in letting well enough alone. Let us move on in the well-beaten paths marked out for us by men of genius and followed by their successors in fame ever since. It is better that the indolent savage and half-bred Cuban should suffer the trials of internecine strife and bathe their islands in blood than that the grand American Republic should lose its identity in the mix'ture. Can a man handle pitch and not be defiled. Ro. I-I. T.
i4nticipation. How oft we wish a distant day, And pray our time to flee away, That we may grasp a longed-for prize, And fondest hopes may _realize. Our prayer is heard, the moments pass, The sand pours down the hour-glass, Upon the prize we lay our hand, What blissful joy at our command. Not joy alone the day -tide brings Unlooked-for grief our faint heart wrings. Ne' er did we think that time would borrow The sting of grief, the pang of sorrow. How interlinked are joy and grief! We need not hope for long relief, When joy rolls in on golden wheels, Grief follows hard upon its heels. 0, fellow mortal, list to me, And heed the voice, Time speaks to thee ! Use well to-day, enjoy its dower, Wish not the future's distant hour. A.
J. H.
