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mental disorder and the debility of the patient; 

 and, from the increasing weakness, the delirium 

 becomes of a less active nature : the patient is 

 more quiet, and towards the termination of the 

 case, is either found quite insensible, or mutter- 

 ing deliriously, with his eyes more or less shut. 

 In other cases, where the disease is more 

 rapid, and the strength of the patient less ex- 

 hausted, he is occasionally found sitting up and 

 looking about him with a delirious stare, or walk- 

 ing through the hospital ward, within a few 

 hours of his death. 



SELECT POETRY. 



GOOD NIGHT. 



To 



Good night, sweet heart, good night! 

 Love's enemy the light, 



Shoots in with sudden dart; 

 The star that loves the dawn, 

 Beams on the brow of morn ; — 



Good night, sweet heart! 



My path will lose the ray 

 Which lit my darkling way 



Through wood and widening glade; 

 Yet I would have thee gone, 

 My own beloved one, 



Till evening's shade. 



One look on thy sweet face, 

 A last and long embrace, 



A word and- then farewell! 

 The hours are few and fleet 

 Till we again shall meet — 



Here in this dell. 



When hoarse the cuckoo calls, 

 And slant the sunbeam falls, 



And village vespers chime, — 

 When you the shadows see 

 Of evening streak the lea, 



It is the time ! 



To bed, sweet love, to bed ! — 

 The birds stir overhead, 



The darkness turns to light; — 

 Look, where the grey is seen, 

 The leaves again are green — 



Good night ! good night ! 



Oh, do not linger now ! 

 The white upon thy brow, 



It is the light of day ; 

 Into thy cottage steal, 

 While yet the dusk conceal — 



Away! away! 



WOMAN'S LOVE. 



Oh, the voice of Woman's love ! 



What a bosom-stirring sound ! 

 Was a sweeter ever utter' d, 



Was a dearer ever heard — 



Than Woman's love? 



How it melts upon the ear ! 



How it nourishes the heart ! 

 Cold, ah ! cold must his appear, 



That has never "shared a part 



Of Woman's love! 



'Tis pleasure to the moment, 



'Tis freedom to the thrall : 

 The prilgrimage of mercy, 



And the resting place of all, — 



Is Woman's love! 



'Tis the gem of beauty's birth ; 



It competes with joys above: 

 What were angels upon earth, 



If without Woman's love — 



Sweet Woman's love! 



[These lines are inserted in favor of the readers 

 of our Journal par excellence. It must not, 

 for a moment, be imagined that its application is 

 general. Oh, No!— Ed. K. J.J 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



THE WORLD AS GOOD AS EVER. 



BY HELEN HETHERINGTON. 



The bright morning beams on a beautiful 

 World, 

 And proudly the sun rises up from the East; 

 The trees, fields, and flowers, with dew-drops are 

 pearl'd, 

 And Nature's kind welcome bids all to a feast. 



Yes ! beast, bird, and insect, all bask in delight, 

 They doubt not the mercy that soothes them 

 in pain; 



In Nature's true pleasures they fondly unite, 

 Where Truth and Fidelity happily reign. 



When evening's shades are fast closing around 

 On this beautiful World, — how grateful the 

 praise ! 

 With shouts of thanksgiving the valleys resound, 

 The birds gently warbling their soft vesper 

 lays. 



" Suspicion" has enter'd the cold heart of man; 

 Yes, — " Doubt " and " Distrust " rob the soul 

 of its joys ; 

 " Revenge" has completed what " Envy" began ; 

 The heart's kindest feelings " Ambition" de- 

 stroys ! 



But the World still is beautiful, — spotless, 

 and fair, 

 For God is its maker. 'Tis man's evil ways 

 Have fill'd it with misery, sorrow, and care, — 

 Defiling the voice that should pour 

 forth His praise. 



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