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The Lady Blanche, e, amidst the wild

alks around the chateau, her new enthusiasay spirits gradually yielded to pensive

coloom of

thickly interwoven branches, where the fresh dew still hung upon every

flower, that peeped fro the path, on which the sunbeae

trereens of the beech, the acacia and the

with the solemn tints of the cedar, the pine and

cypress, exhibited as fine a contrast of colouring, as the majestic oak

and oriental plane did of for grace of the poplar

Having reached a rustic seat, within a deep recess of the woods, she

rested awhile, and, as her eyes caught, through a distant opening, a

glimpse of the blue waters of the Mediterranean, with the white sail,

gliding on its boso beneath the

mid-day sun, her ht,

which awakens the fancy, and leads to poetry The hum of bees alone

broke the stillness around her, as, with other insects of various

hues, they sported gaily in the shade, or sipped sweets from the fresh

flowers: and, while Blanche watched a butter-fly, flitting fro the pleasures of its short day,

till she had co stanzas

THE BUTTER-FLY TO HIS LOVE

What bowery dell, with fragrant breath,

Courts thee to stay thy airy flight;

Nor seek again the purple heath,

So oft the scene of gay delight? Long I've watch'd i' the lily's bell,

Whose whiteness stole thetell,

No waving wings, at distance, glearove,

Nor sunny mead, nor blossom'd tree,

So sweet as lily's cell shall prove,--

The bower of constant love and in to blow,

The prim-rose, and the hare-bell blue,

That on the verdant row,