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"Long years, long years have passed away,

And altered is thy brow;

And ho ers now

The friends of yore come 'round me still,

But talk no more of thee,

'Twere idle e'en to wish it now,

For what art thou to me?"

"Yet still thy name--thy blessed name!

My lonely boso the distant hills,

That still, withon,

When the joyous sound that woke it first

Is gone--forever gone!"

"A neat conceit that last verse, and the le-echo!" said Winston Aylett to hi he had suspended for a e If one did not know better, her eyes and singing together

would delude him into the idea that she had a heart Honest Alfred

evidently believes that she has, and that the patient labor of love

in it for himself Bah!"

Frederic and Mabel retired noiselessly from their post of

observation, as "honest Alfred"prone and passive upon the finger-board They exchanged a

s

"We understand the signs of the times," whispered Frederic, at the

upper turn of their promenade "Heaven bless all true lovers under