Last night the blush rose clustered,--
To-day the rough wind blows
In showers her broken petals;
Last night,--yet no one knows,--
I kissed thee, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Under the rose!

Last night my fond hope blossomed,--
To-day December snows
Drift deep and cold above it;
To-day,--ah! no one knows,--
My heart breaks, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Under the rose!

CATHERINE Y. GLEN.
_Mount Holyoke._


[Illustration: MT. HOLYOKE GIRL.]


~A Bit of Human Nature.~

'Tis only a pair of woman's eyes,
So long-lashed, soft, and brown,
Half hiding the light that in them lies,
As dreamily looking down.

'Tis only the dainty curve of a lip,