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Yes! still I love thee:—Time, who sets
And dims my sunken eye, forgets
The heart he could not bow;—
Where love, that cannot perish, grows
For one, alas! that little knows
How love may sometimes last;
Like sunshine wasting in the skies,
When clouds are overcast.
The dew-ilrop hanging o'er the rose.
Within its robe of light,
Can never touch a leaf that blows,
Though seeming to the sight;
And yet it still will linger there,
Like hopeless love without despair,
A snow drop in the sun !
A moment finely exquisite,
Alas ! but only one.
I would not have thy married heart
Think momently of me—
Nor would I tear the cords apart,
That bind me so to thee;
No! while my thoughts se*m pure and mild.
Like dew upon the roses wild.
I would not have thee know,
I The stream that seems to thee so still,
Has such a tide below!
Enough! that in delicious dreams
I see thee and forgt t—
Enough, that when the morning beams,
I feel my eyelids wet!
Yet, could I hope, when Time shall fall
The darkness, for creation's pall,
To meet thee—and to love —
I would not shrink from aught below,
Nor ask for more above.
BUYING A RECRUIT.
The slanting afternoon sunshine drew lr'nes of
moving gold across the velvet grass at Central
Park— the air, just touched with a keen soupcon
Of coming frosts, was full of October sweetness ;
»nd the full tide of metropolitan fashion was
rolling down thedrivo, while Jervis Bayne leaned
against a rustic iron chair at the junction of two
broad roads, and surveyed the " turn-outs" with
a critical eye. I
I having anything to do with one's self! I wish I
was a rope-dancer—or a policeman—or one of
those chaps in blue overalls, pegging away at
the stone wall on Fifth Avenue. I wish— Why
hallo, Maurice Almy, this is never you!"
For a stylish little cairiage with one gentle
man driving in front, and a solemn servant with
folded arms occupying the back seat, conjointly
with a velvet-topped crutch, had dashed close
up to him with a sudden check,
" Whom else should it be?" demanded a clear
merry voice. "Jump up quick ; these horses
I are not feathers to hold in ; and I feel quite con-
I scious that two months in bed don't make a fel
low any stronger than he was before. Are you
all right? Then here goes !"
" But Almy," stammered the astounded Jer
vis, " I thought you were laid up for all winter."
" Not I; it takes more than a chance bullet
hole to use me up."
" But your foot—"
" Oh, it's healing up all right. A little pain
ful yet ; and I rather imagine it will take more
than two months practice to convince myself
that a crutch is better than a foot. However—"
" I suppose I must call you Major Almy now,"
said Payne lightly touchingtheglittering insignia
on his companion's broad shojfder. Almy's
" Major Almy, off duty for the rest of his life !
Oh, if I were but the lowest private in my regi
ment, to be able to strike another blow for the
cause I honor! See here, Jervis Payne! what
are yoa doing at such a time? Why d.m't you
enlist? Come! go in my vacant place !"
Jervis Payne shook his head with a calmness
that was exquisitely irritating to the enthusias
tic young officer.
" We don't look at the thing in the same light,
" Jervis Payne, don't give me reason to sus
pect that you have joined the crew of Copper
heads. Remember I'm strong enough yet to
pitch you out of the carriage!"
" Gently, Almy ; we shall both have our necks
broken if you drive in that hap-hazard stye !"
" Then I am to suppose you don't care a stiver
"Oh yes; I love my country well enough,"
yawned Payne. "Don't I pay my income-tax,
and give a quarter to every old impostor that
comes along with an army-blue suit and i\ mile
long lie about the hospital he has just been dis
charged from? Of course I'm patriotic enough,
and all that sort of thing ; but that's no reason I
should go and butt my head up against Jeff
" And you call yourself a citizen of the Ameri
" I take that liberty."
argument, if you please. How very pretty Miss
Aubrey looks to-night, and what a gracious
smile she gave you ! They say she's uncommon*
ly sweet on you, Maurice —eh?"
" Nonsense!" ejaculated Major A]my, vexed
to feel the blood mounting to his pale cheek.
" There !" pursued Payne, " she's turned half
way round to look at that interesting crutch of
yours. It's a great thing to be a wounded sol
dier, with plenty of money. But, as I was say
" Yes, as you were saying—"
" What's the use of tramping off to the wars
myself, when I've paid money enough to hire
ha'f a dozen Irishmen to stand up and be shot
" But we don't want money—we want men."
"Meaning that you want me. No, I thank
" Jervis, I never thought you were a coward."
" Now, look here, Almy !" exclaimed Payne,
roused at last into tho semblance of energy,
14 that's not fair. I urn not a red-hot fanatic on
the subject of war, neither do I pretend to be.—
You are one of the fiery, dashing fellows that
fairly enjoy marching up to a line of fixed bay
onets. Fighting is your element—you like the
"The/mm," repeated Almy, in a low, grave
voice, glancing down at the bandaged stump
that lay on a cushion close to the dash-board.
" Well, I mean, of course, the excitement at
the thing. It is no sacrifice for you to turn sol-
I dier and draw your pay in glory, trumpet-blaata
from all the papers, a major's shoulder-straps,
| and a boquet for your sick-room every day, with
j Miss Aubrey's card stuck into it. It's not so
disagreeable to fight for one's country on snob
[ terms ! But I mean to say that, when it came to
I any act of real, disagreeable self-denial, yon
wouldn't be any readier than I am. As I said
before, it is a matter of personal taste. Let tho
country call upon Major Maurice Almy to saw
wood or cut out army coats at a dollar a day for
its benefit, and matters would wear altogether a
" Do you think so?"
11 1 am sure of it."
" I should just like a fair trial—that's all!"
" Should you ? Well, then, listen to me," said
Payne, with the sneering smile that Almy par
ticularly dislUed : " You are an ingrain aristo
crat, Maurice Almy, with fastidious tastes thata
thousand years of soldier-life would only tend
to deepen. Don't shako your head—l know you
better than you know yourself. Now, lam wil
ling to make a bargain with you."
" State your t*l ms."
" Do you know old Raeburn, the shoemaker ?»'
I "Do I know him? No, I believe I have n<*