No winter there to chill joy’s ever-during spring.

Ye fields of changeless green

Covered with living streams and fadeless flowers,

Thou Paradise serene,

Eternal, joyful hours

My disembodied soul shall welcome in thy bowers.

Luis Ponce de Leon, Spanish.

SLANDER.

For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.—Psalm xxxi. 13.