grief," has been admired by the critics. In this jewel-stealing age, it
is but just to restore the little brilliant to its owner. The following
lines are in Sir William Jones's Life, translated by him from one of the
Eastern poets, and are so exquisitely beautiful that I think they will
be acceptable to some of your fair readers for their albums.

T.B.



TO AN INFANT.


On parent's knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st, while all around thee smil'd.
So live, that sinking to thy last long sleep,
Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee--weep.

* * * * *


THE RUINED WELL.

(_For the Mirror_.)


The form of ages long gone by
Crowd thick on Fancy's wondering eye,
And wake the soul to musings high!