No! in the kingdom those spirits are reaching,
Vain are our words the emotions to tell;
Vain the distinctions our senses are teaching,

For Pain has its Heaven and Pleasure its Hell!

RICHARD, LORD HOUGHTON.

THE HIDDEN SELF.

KNOW not if a keener smart

Can come to finer souls than his
Who hears men praise him, mind or heart,
For something higher than he is ;-

Who fain would say: "Behold me, friends,
That which I am, not what you deem
A thing of low and narrow ends,

Sordid, not golden as I seem;

"See here the hidden blot of shame,

The weak thought that you take for strong,

The brain too dull to merit fame,

The faint and imitative song ;"

But dares not, lest discovery foul

Not his name only, but degrade

Heights closed but to the soaring soul,

Names which scorn trembles to invade ;

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And doth his inner self conceal

From all men in his own despite, Hiding what he would fain reveal, And a most innocent hypocrite.

LEWIS MORRIS.

GENIAL moment oft has given
What years of toil and pain,
Of long industrious toil, have striven
To win, and all in vain.

Yet count not, when thine end is won,
That labour merely lost;
Nor say it had been wiser done
To spare the painful cost.

When heaped upon the altar lie

All things to feed the fire-
One spark alighting from on high-
The flames at once aspire;

But those sweet gums and fragrant woods,

Its rich materials rare,

By tedious quest o'er lands and floods

Had first been gathered there.

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH.

THE TOYS.

Y little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes,
And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up

wise,

Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,

I struck him, and dismiss'd

With hard words and unkiss'd,

His Mother, who was patient, being dead.

Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,
I visited his bed,

But found him slumbering deep,

With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet

From his late sobbing wet.

And I, with moan,

Kissing away his tears, left others of my own;

For, on a table drawn beside his head,

He had put, within his reach,

A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone,

A piece of glass abraded by the beach,