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Of all that mortals hate or dread;
And thus in horrid whispers said,
“Successless ministers I've sent,
Thy hastening ruin to prevent;-
Their lessons naught-ihen here am I:
Think not my threatenings to defy!
Swallow this, this thy last will be,
For with it, thou must swallow me!"
Haggard his eyes, upright his hair,
Remorse his lips, his cheeks despair:
With shaking hands the bowl he claspod,
My meatless limbs his carcass grasped
And bore it to the church-yard, where
Thousands, ere I would call, repair.
Death speaks: ah! reader, dost thou hear?
Hast thou no lurking cause to fear?
Has yet o'er thee the sparkling bowl,
Constant, commanding, sly control ?
Betimes reflect, betimes beware,
Though ruddy, healthful now, and fair!
Before slow reason lose the sway,
Reform : postpone another day,
You soon may mix with common clay.

FALSE WITNESS DETECTED.-J. S. KNOWLES.

“Do you entertain any ill-will toward the prisoner?" asked Therese's counsel of the attendant.

“None," said the witness.
“Have you ever quarreled with her ?”
“No."

“Do you truly believe that she deposited the jewel in her trunk ?"

"I do not like to think ill of any one."

“That is not an answer to my question :-do you believe that she put it there?

“How else could it have come there?”

“Answer me, Yes or No,” said the advocate. “Do you believe that Therese secreted the jewel in her trunk? Yes or No?!!

“ Yes!" at last faltered out the attendant.

“Now, my girl,” continued the advocate, “pay heed to what you say; remember you are upon your oath!

Will you

swear that you did not put it there yourself?” There was a pause and a profound silence. After about a minute had elapsed, “Well,” said the advocate. Another pause; while, in an assembly where hundreds of human hearts were throbbing, not an individual stirred, or even appeared to breathe, such was the pitch of intensity to which the suspense of the court was wound up. “Well,” said the advocate, a second time;" will you answer me? Will you swear, that you yourself did not put the jewel into Therese's trunk ?"

“I will!" at last said the attendant, boldly.
“ You swear it ?"
"I do."
“And why did you not answer me at once ?"

"I do not like such questions to be put to me,” replied the attendant.

For a moment the advocate was silent. A feeling of disappointment seemed to pervade the whole court; now ana then a half-suppressed sigh was heard, and here and there a handkerchief was lifted to an eye, which was no sooner wiped than it was turned again upon Therese with an expression of the most lively commiseration. The maid herself was the only individual who appeared perfectly at her ease; even the baroness looked as if her firmness was on the point of giving way, as she drew closer to Therese, round whose waist she now had passed her arm.

“You have done with the witness ?" said the advocate for the prosecution.

"No," replied the other, and reflected for a moment or two longer. At length, “Have you any keys of your own ?" said he.

“I have !" “I know you have," said the advocate. "Are they about you? “ Yes.” “Is not one of them broken ?" After a pause,-“ Yes.” “Show them to me.”

The witness, after searching some time in her pocket, tock the keys out and presented them.

“Let the trunk be brought into the court," said the advocate. “Now, my girl,” he sternly resuined, "attend to the questions which I am going to put to you, and deliberate well before you reply; because I have those to produce who will answer them truly, should you fail to do so. Were you ever in the service of a Monsieur St. Ange ?”

“ Yes," replied the attendant, evidently disconcerted.

“ Did you not open, in that gentleman's house, a trunk that was not your own ?"

“Yes,”—with increased confusion.

"Did you not take from that trunk an article that was not your own ?”

“Yes; but I put it back again.”

“I know you put it back again,” said the advocate. “You see, my girl, I am acquainted with the whole affair; but, before you put it back again, were you not aware that you were observed ?”

The witness was silent.

“Who observed you? Was it not your mistress? Did she not accuse you of intended theft? Were you not instantly discharged ? successively asked the advocate, without eliciting any reply. Why do you not answer, girl ?" peremptorily demanded he.

“ If you are determined to destroy my character," said the witness, bursting into tears, “I can not help it.”

“No,” rejoined the advocate; “I do not intend to destroy a character; I mean to save one,-one which, before you quit the court, I shall prove to be as free from soil as the snow of the arm which is leaning upon that bar!" continued the advocate, pointing toward Therese.

The trunk was here brought in. “You know that trunk ?” “ Yes."

Whose is it?" “ It belongs to the prisoner.” “And these are your keys ?”

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“ Yes.”

“Were these keys out of your possession the day before that trunk was searched, and the jewel found in it ?”

“No."
“Nor the day before that ?”

No." “Now mind what you are saying. You swear, that, for two days preceding the morning upon which that trunk was searched, these keys were never once out of your possession ?"

TTTT

“I do."

“Will not one of these keys open that trunk ?" The wit. ness was silent.

“ Never mind! we shall try. As readily as if it had been made for it!" resumed the advocate, applying the key and lifting the lid.

“There may be fifty keys in the court that would do the same thing,” interposed the public prosecutor.

“True,” rejoined his brother; “ but this is not one of them," added he, holding up the other key,“ for she tried this key first and broke, as you see, the ward in the attempt.”

“ How will you prove that ?" inquired the prosecutor.
“By producing the separate part.”
“Where did you find it ?”
“In the lock!" emphatically exclaimed the advocate.
A groan was heard; the witness had fainted

She was instantly removed, and the innocence of Therese was as clear as the noonday.

MY WIFE AND I.
We never fight, my wife and I,

As other couples do;
Our little matrimonial sky

Is of the brightest blue.
She never beards me in my den

(My study, I should say);
She vows I am the best of men,

But then-she has her way!
Some wives are never pleased unless

They wring from you a cheque,
Wherewith to buy some costly dress

Or jewels for their neck.
My little witch ne'er asks from me

The value of a pin-
She is so good and true, you see,

But then-she keeps the tin!
“'Twas not !” “It was !" " It was!" “ 'Twas not

Thus ever scold and fight
Full many a luckless pair, I wot,

From morning until night.
If e'er we have a word or two,

The skirmish soon is past,
The words are mild and very few,

But then-SHE has the last !

LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE.- ALFRED TENNYSON.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

Of me you shall not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart

For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled

I saw the snare, and I retired :
The daughter of a hundred Earls,

You are not one to be desired.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

I know you proud to bear your name,
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,

Too proud to care from whence I came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake

A heart that dotes on truer charms.
A simple maiden in her flower

Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

Some meeker pupil you must find,
For were you queen of all that is,

I could not stoop to such a mind.
You sougnt to prove how I could love,

And my disdain is my reply.
The lion on your oid stone gates

Is not more cold to you than I.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

You put strange memories in my head.
Not thrice your branching limes have blown

Since I beheld young Laurence dead.
Oh, your sweet eyes, your low replies:

A great enchantress you may be:
But there was that across his throat

Which you had hardly cared to see.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

When thus he met his mother's view,
She had the passions of her kind,

She spake some certain truths of you.
Indeed, I heard one bitter word

That scarce is fit for you to hear;
Her manners had not that repose

Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

There stands a spectre in your hall:
The guilt of blood is at your door:
You changed a wholesome heart to gall.

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