ENVOY.

Fashion and pique her hours share,
Nature and truth their standards furl,
Fair as fickle, and false as fair,
These are the ways of the modern girl.

_Columbia Spectator_.


~A Wish.~

Cupid laughs, nor seems to care
How his shafts are wont to harrow.
Ah! that I could unaware,
Wound him with his golden arrow.

A.
_Columbia Spectator._


~To Phyllis.~

I said your beauty shamed the rose's blush;
You thought the simile was trite, untrue;
But, oh, I saw each rose for pleasure flush
To hear itself compared, dear heart, to you!

ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE.
_Columbia Spectator_.