“O no, dear reader—but this is not a love-story, you know—if it were I would tell you the particulars of a most interesting love scene between Walter Evertson and his adored Louisa. Suffice it to say, they were married, and that the picture which caused their unhappy separation occupies a conspicuous place in their beautiful villa, a few miles from the city of P——.”
ON A SLEEPING CHILD
Step softly! step lightly! I would not disturb her!
She’s wrapt all unconscious in innocence’s charms;
Her slumbers are peaceful, her dreams are as gentle
As when she reposed in her fond mother’s arms.
And thus may it last—may no cause for repining
E’er darken the unsullied days of her youth—
May she as age deepens, when backward reviewing,