Let thy mild light on us be pour'd--our raptures kindle up,
And with a portion of thy bliss illume the household cup.

Yet mourn not, wanderers--onto you a thrilling hope is given,
A tabernacle unconfin'd, an endless home in heaven!
And though ye are divided now, ye shall be made as one
In Eden, beauteous as the skies that o'er your childhood shone!

_Deal._

REGINALD AUGUSTINE.

* * * * *


A CHAPTER ON KISSING.

BY A PROFESSOR OF THE ART.

_(For the Mirror.)_


"Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove;
Give me the mild gleam of the soul breathing glance,
And the rapture which dwells in the first _kiss_ of love."
BYRON.

There is no national custom so universally and so justly honoured with
esteem and respect, "winning golden opinions from all sorts of people,"