Of the annual summer girl!

EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER.
_Dartmouth Literary Monthly._


~Love's Token.~

The frost and snow of mistletoe,
The warmth of holly berry,
These I combine, O lady mine,
To make thy yule-tide merry.
And shouldst thou learn, sweet, to return
My love, nor deem it folly,
Twined in thy hair the snow fruit wear,
And on thy breast the holly.

ALICE R. TAGGART.
_Vassar Miscellany_.


~A Passing Song.~

Ah, only love I have ever known,
Ah, only love I shall ever know,
The careless hours of youth have flown
And the light-hearted past to the winds is thrown,
And faster and faster the hours go.

To your heart and mine there's a secret lying