149 EDITORIAL. 



readers who read and were interested in these two installments of 

 "Shepherdstown, on the Potomac," will look in vain through the 

 pages of this number for the third of the series. They will not 

 ■find it and the story will never be finished. 



Before Mrs. Grote had completed the third installment of her 

 story "God's finger touched her and she slept." Her death will be 

 mourned not only by those who knew her and loved her for 

 her many excellent qualities, but, also by those who knew her only 

 through the productions of her pen. 



DANCING WITH THE POETS. 



ARRANGED BY J. P. 1'AGAN. 



SEE how like billows the couples with hovering motion are 

 whirling! 

 Scarce does the swift winged foot seem to alight on the earth. 

 See I fugitive shadows set free from the weight of the body? 

 Weave, in the light of the moon, elves their ethereal dance? 



And fairest bosoms 

 Heaved happily beneath the winter roses' blossoms. 



And it is well : 



Youth hath its time, 

 Merry hearts will merrily chime. 



G. P. Cranch. 



Say what shall we dance? 

 Shall we bound along the moonlit plain, 

 To music of Italy, Greece or Spain? 



Say what shall we dance ? 

 Shall we, like those who rove 

 Through bright Grenada's grove. 

 To the light of Bolero's measures move? 

 Or choose the Guarcia's languishing lay, 

 And thus to its sounds die away? Moore 



