Thou reign'st supreme, love, while I live
Thine shall be every breath;
And be thou near me to receive
My last fond sighs in death;
Thus to expire were joy, were bliss,
May such my portion be!
Oh! would that love as deep as this,
But filled thy heart for me! C. E. T.
THE NEW ENGLAND FACTORY GIRL.
A SKETCH OF EVERYDAY LIFE.
BY MRS. JOSEPH C. NEAL.
For naught its power to Strength can teach
Like Emulation—and Endeavor. Schiller.