And she hath left the grey old halls, where an evil faith

had power,

The courtly knights of her father's train, and the maidens of her bower;

And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales by lordly feet

untrod,

Where the poor and needy of earth are rich, in the perfect love of God!

WHITTIER.

LADIES' NAMES.

THERE is a strange deformity
Combined with countless graces,

As often in the ladies' names
As in the ladies' faces.

Some names are fit for every age,
Some only fit for youth;

Some passing sweet and musical,

Some horribly uncouth;

Some fit for dames of loftiest grades,

Some only fit for scullery maids.

Ann is too plain and common,
And Nancy sounds but ill;

Yet Anna is endurable,

And Annie better still;

There is a grace in Charlotte;
In Eleanor a state;
An elegance in Isabelle ;

A haughtiness in Kate;

And Sarah is sedate and neat;
And Ellen innocent and sweet.

Matilda has a sickly sound,
Fit for a nurse's trade;
Sophia is effeminate;

And Esther sage and staid;
Elizabeth's a matchless name,
Fit for a queen to wear,—
In castle, cottage, hut, or hall,
A name beyond compare ;—
And Bess and Bessie follow well,
But Betsey is detestable.

Maria is too forward;

And Gertrude is too gruff,
Yet coupled with a pretty face
Is pretty name enough ;
And Adelaide is fanciful;

And Laura is too fine;

But Emily is beautiful;

And Mary is divine;

Maud only suits a high-born dame; And Fanny is a baby name.

Eliza is not very choice;

Jane is too blunt and bold;
And Martha's somewhat sorrowful;
And Lucy proud and cold;
Amelia is too light and gay,
Fit only for a flirt;

And Caroline is vain and shy;
And Flora smart and pert;

Louisa is too soft and sleek;
But Alice gentle, chaste, and meek.

And Harriet is confiding;
And Clara grave and mild ;
And Emma is affectionate;

And Janet arch and wild;
And Patience is expressive;

And Grace is old and rare;
And Hannah warm and dutiful;

And Margaret frank and fair;
And Faith, and Hope, and Charity,
Are heavenly names for sisters three.

ANONYMOUS.

GENTLEMEN'S NAMES.

IF in the ladies' names exist,
As every body owns,
Deformities as well as charms,

Both harsh and gentle tones,

So, in the names of gentlemen
These varied traits are found;
Some fall unpleasing on the ear,
Some have a gentle sound;

While some are humble, others vain;
And some suit kings, and some the swain.

George smacks of country life and fields,
And is a homely name;

While Julius has a city sound,

And Edwin's somewhat tame.
In Arthur there's a lurking charm,
A princely tone, though sad;
And Samuel suits a prophet well,
But Sam, a jumping lad;
While Simon's fitted for a fool,
And Toby's impudent and cool.

John is most English, but appears
Towards waiting men inclined;
While Thomas seems undoubtedly
For burly whips designed;
Theophilus is proud and stiff,

And Edmund dull, though steady;
In Lionel, affected rank,

While Michael's rough and ready;
Charles may amongst the great abound,
But Charley has a rakish sound.

In Alfred, there is something old,

That breathes of ancient fame;

Frank speaks most clearly for itself,
And Ernest does the same;
Round Alexander seems to glow

Power's bright and golden blaze; In Oswald there's a haughty tone; In Maurice pleasing traits; While Edward, with its Saxon birth, Is link'd to manliness and worth.

Adolphus is fantastical;

Ralph fitted for a knave; While Philip is too sharp and quick, And Jacob much too grave; In Henry there's a simple grace, "Tis soft and unpretending; In Eustace, poetry and love Seem elegantly blending; While David's fitted for a Jew, As Isaac, Job, and Gabriel, too.

In Roger there's a vulgar sound,
And Godfrey must be bold;
And Andrew's suited to the man
Who loves himself and gold;
In Ebenezer there is cant,

And Joseph teems with woes;
And Joshua seems the name of men
With dirty hands and clothes;

And Sidney, sweet in tone appears,
The name of clever men and peers.