Then wander forth amid the throng,
And seek some gentle one,
One that will honor thy dear name,
And take her to thy home.
THE ELIXIR OF LIFE.
BY CHARLES ALBERT JANVIER.
The following lines were suggested by a remark in Washington Irving's "Student of Salamanca," that the old alchymist died just as he was on the point of discovering the philosopher's stone.
THE walls were sweating with a festering damp,
An icy coldness filled the dreary room,