thing I did see. I sank down with closed eyes in the bottom of the boat,
and my heart went up in a silent cry to Heaven. Next moment I was swept
into Scarsdale Weir. The boat seemed to glide from under me; my head
struck something hard; the water overwhelmed me, seized on me, dashed me
here and there in its merciless arms; a noise as of a thousand cataracts
filled my ears for a moment; and then I recollect nothing more.

(_To be continued._)




SONNET.


Wouldst thou be happy, friend, forget, forget.
A curse--no blessing--Memory, thou art;
The very torment of a human heart.
Ah! yes, I thought, I still am young; and let
My heart but beat, I can be happy yet.
Upon a friendly face clear shone the light;
Without, low moaned the mountain's winds, and night
Closed our warm home--sad words of fond regret.
A voice which in my ear no more shall ring;
A look estranged in hate like lightning came,
My very soul within me died as flame
By strong wind spent. It was not grief, for dead
Was grief; nor love, for love in wrath had fled;
It was of both the last undying sting!