Caressing this, what do I care
For national finances?

For silver, too--those silver tones
That with her laughter rise;
This wealth, thank God. no law or thrones
Can e'er demonetize.

G.W. PIERCE.
_University of Texas Magazine._


~The Summer Girl.~

A half-reclining form
In a "sleepy-hollow" chair,
A cloud of curls that storm
About her beauty fair,
Two laughing eyes that tell
A shyly answered "Yes."
A dainty hand to--well,
Say simply to caress.

An airy little sprite
In a billowy flood of lace,
Which flutters in its flight
In the galop's tripping grace.
And, oh, the broken hearts
Which follow the rapturous whirl!
Oh, the Redfern gown, and the arts