Irt-^Iaiit. 25 
The thoughtless day, the easy night, 
The spirits puro, the slumbers light, 
That fly the approach of morn. 
Alas, regardless of their doom. 
The little victims play ! 
No sense have they of ills to come. 
No care beyond to-day. 
Yet see how all around them wait, 
The ministers of human fate, 
And black misfortune's baleful train. 
Ah ! show them where in ambush stand, 
To seize their prey, the murderous band! 
Ah, tell them they ai'e men ! 
Gray's Eton College. 
Life went a Maying 
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, 
When I was young ! 
Coleridge. 
Ice-Plant. .. . Frigidity. 
Canst thou no kindly ray impart. 
Thou strangely beauteous one? 
Fairer than fairest work of art. 
Yet cold as sculptured stone 1 
Thou art in Friendship's bright domain 
A flower that yields no fruit ; 
And Love declares thy beauty vain ; — • 
Of fragrance destitute I 
0. S. M. Ordway. 
