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THE LAST INTERVIEW. Here, Tn this lonely bower, where first won thee come, beloved, beneath the moons pale ray. To gaze once more, through struggling tears. upor

 thee, SoS '' 'p0' And then to bear my broken heart away. Care no' finger near thee as brother ', leel my burning heart would still be thine; HOW @ could nope my passionate thoughts to smother While yielding all the sweetness to another,

 That should be mine. But fate hath willed it the decree is spoken. Now life may lengthen out it's weary chain. or reit oi thee, its loveliest links are broken May we but clasp them all in Heaven again, res, thou wilt there be mine, in yon blue Heaven ., There are sweet meetings of the pure and fond ; Oh t1ll joys unspeakabe to such are given, when the sweet ties of love, that here are riven.

 United beyond. glorious charm from Heaven thou dost inherit ne glit of angels unto thee belongs: men breathe thy love in music, that thy spirit May whisper to me, through thine own sweet

 songs And though my coming life may soon resemble , ne deSert-spots, thro' which my steps will flee, ihouSh round thee then wild worshippers assemble My heart will triumph if thine own but tremble,

 Still true to me! Y et, not when on our bower the light reposes In golden glory, wilt thou sigh for me; Not when the young bee seeks the crimson roses: And the far sunbeams tremble OCT the sea: But when at eve the tender heart grows fonder And the full soul with pensive love is fraugbt. Then with wet lids o'er these sweet paths thon'lt

 wander,

 Atiu' 'iifiiiea "ith ioYe, upon my memory ponder

 W Nlth tender thought. And when at times thy bird-like voice entrances The listening throng with some enchanting lay, II am near thee, let thy heavenly glances One gentle message to my heart convey; l ask but this-a happier one has taken From my lone life the charm that made it dear. l ask but this, and promise thee, unshaken, To meet that look of love-but oh {. twill Waken

 Such raptures here. And now, farewell dare not lengthen These sweet sad moments out 10 gaze on thee Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen The love that now amounts to agony; This is our last farewell, our last fond meetine: The world is wide, and we must dwell apart: My spirit gives thee, now, its last wild greeting, With lip to lip, while pulse to pulse is beating,

 And heart to heart! Farewell! farewell. Our dream of bliss is over. All, save the memory of our plghted love; l now must yield thee to thy happier lover Yet oh, remember, thou art mine above! 'Tis a sweet thought, and, when by distance parted Twill lie upon our hearts, holy spell, But the sad tears beneath thy lids have started, And I-alas we both are broken hearted-

 Dearest, farewell

 AMELIA.