EPITHALAMIUM.

"Hymen, Io Hymen, Hymen, they do shout."

SPENSER, "Epithalamion."

"Bring home the triumph of our Victory,"

Sings SPENSER. From wide wanderings you have come

Victorious, yet, as all the world may see,

Your sweetest, crowning triumph find—at home.

Say, would ULYSSES care again to roam

Wed with so winning a PENELOPE

As STANLEY'S DOROTHY?

Loyal like her of Ithaca, and dowered

With charms that in the Greek less fully flowered,

The charms of talent and of character,

Which blend in her

Who, won, long waited, and who, waiting, won

The virile, valiant son

Of our adventurous England. May the bays

Blend well with Hymen's roses, and long days

Of happiness and honour crown the pair

For whom to-day loud plaudits rend the air.

"Hymen, Io Hymen, Hymen, they do shout,"—

Health to brave DOROTHY and STANLEY stout!