From Blackwood's Magazine
DoNHSTLC BLISS.
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There's bliss beyond all that the Minstrel hath


told,


When two are linked in one heavenly tie,
with heart never changing, and brow never


cold,


Love on through all ills, and love on till they


die!


One hour of passion so sacred, is worth


Whole ages of heartless and wandering BLISS
And oh. if there be an Elyslan on earth,


1t is this, it is this. Moore


One window, opening down to the ground.
showed the interior of a very small parlour,
plainly and modestlv furnished, but pannell-
ed all around with well filled book cases.
| A lady's harp stood in one corner, and in a.
mother two fine globes and an orrery. Some
small flower baskets, filled with roses, were
dispersed about the room, and at table,
near the window, sat gentleman with pen
in his hand, writing, or rather leaning over
a writing desk, for his eyes were uirected
towards the gravel walk before the window
where lady, (an elegant looking woman,
whose plain white robe and dark uncovered
hair we'll became the sweet matronly ex-
preston of her face and hgure) was anx-
iously stretching out her encouraging arms
80 her little daughter, who came Laughing
and lettering towards her on the soft green
luilS HeT tiny Itet DIS luCy eoooy ~ ~ ~ -
independent steps in the eventful walks OF
life, and twisting and twinirg with graceful
sawkwardness, and unsteady pressure, under
q.he disproportionate weight OF her cluhby
l,erson. 1t was a sweet, heart-thrillne
ound, the joyous, growing laugh OF tha'
q rrature, when with one last, bold, mighty
q fort, she reached the maternal arms, aht
Was caught up to the maternal bosom, ant
alf devoured with kisses, in an extacy o
Y nspeakable love. Asif provoked to emu
Y 'us loudness by that mirthful outcry, ant
II npatient to mingle its clear notes with tina
" oung innocent voice, a blackbird, embow
Ell ed in tall neghboring bay-tree, poured
o It forthwith such flood of full, rich melo
', as stiled the baby's laugh and tor me
ent, arrested its observant ear. But TO
a moment. The kindred nature burst ou
N to full chorus: the baby clasped he
'nds and laughed and, after her fashion
N ocked the unseen songstress. The bir
se doubled her tuneful efforts, and still tn
n' 10y laughed, and still the bird rejoned;-
a. 9, I'd both together raised such melodou
n, that the echoes Of the old church ran
y ain, and never since the contest of tn
III shrngale with her human rival, was hear
~ ch an emulous conflict of human skill.
Md have laughed fer company, from m