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WRITTEN IN A LADY’S ALBUM.

  As sweeps the bark before the breeze,
    While waters coldly close around,
  Till of her pathway through the seas
    The track no more is found;
  Thus passing down Oblivion’s tide,
    The beauteous visions of the mind
  Fleet as that ocean pageant glide,
    And leave no trace behind.

  But the pure page may still impart
    Some dream of feeling, else untold,—­
  The silent record of a heart,
    E’en when that heart is cold. 
  Its lorn memorials here may bloom,—­
    Perchance to gentle bosoms dear,
  Like flowers that linger o’er the tomb
    Bedewed with Beauty’s tear.

  I ask not for the meed of fame. 
    The wreath above my rest to twine,—­
  Enough for me to leave my name
    Within this hallow’d shrine;
  To think that o’er these lines thine eye
    May wander in some future year,
  And Memory breathe a passing sigh
    For him who traced them here.

  Calm sleeps the sea when storms are o’er,
    With bosom silent and serene,
  And but the plank upon the shore
    Reveals that wrecks have been. 
  So some frail leaf like this may be
    Left floating on Time’s silent tide,—­
  The sole remaining trace of me,—­
    To tell I lived and died.

Malcolm’s Scenes of War, &c.

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THE SUICIDE LOVER.

A young man, of rich and respectable parents, was for a long time passionately in love with a young lady of the same town, whose birth and fortune were equal to his own; he had also the good fortune not to displease the young lady.  Both families were anxious to bring the business to a conclusion; notwithstanding which the intended always found some specious pretext to put off the ceremony.  The parents of the lady, after yielding for some time to the different excuses of their future son-in-law, as they could not find out the motive, began to be weary of being put off so often, and at last declared to him that a rival, who was his equal in every thing, had presented himself, and that if he did not soon make up his mind, they should be obliged to give up to the desire of his rival.  The young man upon this information made up his mind; and, after the necessary arrangements, the day for the ceremony arrived.  The bride, the two families and friends, were assembled, and waited only for the bridegroom in order to proceed to church, when a servant arrived with the sad intelligence that his master was taken suddenly ill, and in consequence requested that the celebration of the nuptials might once more be deferred for a few days.  Two of his friends, who witnessed both the surprise and even the indignation which was marked on every countenance,