'Tis noisy mirth and silent care,

Sunshine and gusty weather,

And greetings, partings, everywhere,

While sails flit hither, thither.

Two maidens sit upon the shore :

One, roses round her flinging;

The other, bowed with trouble sore,
Her hands, impatient, wringing.

One, debonair and fancy-free,
Can ill her joy dissemble,

And cries: 'O sea, O happy sea,

How thou dost life resemble !'

The other weeps in misery;

Her lips are pale, and tremble,

And cry: 'O sea, O weary sea,

How thou dost life resemble !'

The ocean roars-the tones of woe

And joy, alike, o'erpowers;

The ocean rolls-to overflow

Alike the tears and flowers.

ANASTASIUS GRÜN-Am Strande.

The nom de plume of Count Anton Auersperg. He died Sep

tember 12, 1876.

ROSELET IN THE DINGLE.

ONCE a boy a roselet spied,

Roselet in the dingle.

Glad he rushes to her side,

Finds a face where maiden-pride,

Youth, and beauty mingle.

Roselet, roselet, roselet red,

Roselet in the dingle.

'I will pick thee,' murmured he, 'Roselet in the dingle!'

'I will prick thee,' answered she; "That thou dar'st to dream of me

Makes me flush and tingle.'

Roselet, roselet, roselet red,

Roselet in the dingle.

Off the giddy boy has borne

Roselet in the dingle;

Roselet tried her sharpest thorn,

Nought availed to flout and scorn,

Nought to flush and tingle.

Roselet, roselet, roselet red,

Roselet in the dingle.

GOETHE.-Heidenröslein.

FAREWELL.

AND SO we part! 'Tis thine to banish

The hope that late our passion fed : Half of my life with thee will vanish ; Yet I shall live-be comforted!

The thread of life, indeed, is slender,
But it is tough-exceeding tough ;

It bears the plunge from transport tender
To heavy sorrow well enough.

A truce then to thy sad foreboding-
Be not disquieted for me—
Despite the care my heart corroding,

I shall survive, apart from thee!