“ After a season gay and brief, 
Condemned to fade and flee.’‘ 
Montgomeet. 
SADNESS. 
Her heart was sad, for she hent above 
The grave of him whom she well did love ; 
Eor years had passed since their plighted vow, 
And she could not think of a parting now. 
She had watched in sickness, been constant nigh; 
She fain with him would lie down and die; 
Dead leaves were thick strown, that grave, around ; 
And rustled by with a mournful sound. 
The sexton was there with his worn spade, 
His snow-white locks in the wild wind played ; 
She rose from that grave, — she saw him near. 
And bade him a stone of remembrance rear. 
’T was asked, what memento that stone should 
grace; 
And as tears rolled down her care-worn face. 
She answered, as grief her heart did filf: 
“ Carve these words alone, — ‘ I love him stiU.’ ” 
John S. Adams. 
