£ peed well—Fidelity, 
AM bound by the old promise. 
What can break that golden chain? 
Not even the words that you have spoken. 
Or the sharpness of my pain : 
Do you think because you fail me, 
And draw back your hand to day. 
That from out the heart 1 gave you. 
My strong love can fade away. 
Adelaide Procter. 
y/HITE y’OPLAI^-—JlME. 
MAD E a posie, while the day ran by : 
Here will I smell my remnant out and tie 
My life within this band. 
But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they 
By noon most cunningly did steal away, 
And wither’d in my hand. 
Herbert. 
