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For the Columbian Fountain.


THE CoQUETTE.


BY JNo. A. M'GURDy.
She always smiled upon me,


And blushed when'er we met;
But, when another wood her.
Those smiles she would forget
She breathed but love and fondness.
Her eye my soul would melt.
And yet, that heart would telgn,


A fame II never felt.
Each word, each action pleased me,
knelt 10 win her love,
/ praised her for her beauty


AS spirit from above
And as breahed my passion s
Into her lisl'ning ear,
deemed that was happy
felt no other care.
She was a thing Of beauty.


OF wllchery anu grace
A form of perfect loyeliness,
That pencil e'er could trace. q.
But like the ether changing
At summers soft sunset,
At morn she was all tenderness,
At teve cold Coquette.
@.tHt --- .....


THE BIBLE.


BY BERNARD BARTON.
A fountain ever springlng,
Where the wearied may repair,
The heavy burden bringing
Of sin and Of despair
A hive Of honeyed treasure,
DisGll'd from Eden's bowers,
Where heavcn-born hope, with pleasure,
May feed In wintry hours.
Drink for the soul that's thlrstlng,
Comfort for those that fear
Balm for the heart when bursting,
May all be gathered there.
What added boon is wanting2
Thy blessing. Lord must give,
The gift of faith, by granting,
To read. believe, and live.