And weeping is a thing of scorn
To those whose hearts are gay.
Ah, simple souls, beware, beware!
Time's finger changeth smile to care!

Gold locks that glitter as the sun
May sudden fade to grey;
And who shall favour anyone
Despoiled of bright array?
Ah, simple souls, beware of loss,
Time's finger changeth gold to dross!

Good lack! we talk, yet all the same
We throw our words away!
The smiles, the gold, the tears, the shame,
Each tries them in his day.
And Time, with vengeful finger, makes
Of fondest goods our chief mistakes!

G.B. STUART.




MISS KATE MARSDEN.


In this practical age we are inclined to estimate people by the worth of
what they do, and thus it happens that Miss Kate Marsden and her mission
are creating an interest and genuine admiration in the hearts of the