POETRY.

FsOm ths New-Eagtsaa Weekly ReUiep. LETTER FROM ISABELLA FLITTS.

ASKING CONSENT.
ASKING CONSENT. told yOn, Dear Pa, tn my last--

 OHo, | believe | did n0t- The Ihing which enc sits down co write 10 the very thing alWays lOTgOts But now ! sgiN tell, and perhaps

 Vhat did not before isas well, For until we decided, you know, There was nothing especial to tell. ARd 'tis only month or six weeks- Twas the night which wrote you about; When we walk'd hy the silyery beach-- Was that walk from my letter left OUtT Q then have got to go back

 YOu'h excuse me, hope, for the slips Of my pen--when a hody's confused, The pen stammers just like the lips. Well, the party that went out with Us Had left US alone on the shore wonder they were in such h0ste,

 "rwas trick never Play'd us before And we stood on the bank and lOUk'd down In silence, long-long on the sea. I mean that I did-his dear eyes

 Were fixed all the while upon me. O I thrilled with feeling all new,.

 For the beam of the look which he gave Sunk deep in my soul, as the glance

 Ofthe moon through the luminous wave; And he vow'd by the stars that have shone On the sky from the hour of their birth, By the rays of the chastely cold moon,

 By the sea that's 90 true to the earth. He ador'd~-and he said 'twas all false,

 The story of Clarissa Lee 1knew % before, though I'd wept.-

 How mschievOus people can be! Your money, he said, was to him

 As the dew to the faihOmless tide . I've heard las 0sCn went like the dew,

 But the tnttlers undoubtedly lied.  For he spoke of his owning Mill,

 Connected with which is n Bank; The one manufacturing cash.

 The other for issuing plank: And he spoke of the Buggy" he Keeps, And his Farm where he frequently calls, Somewhere out in the State of New-YOrk, On his route to Niagara Falls. knew this would gratify you,

 And so I consented--or rather I promised to write for consent-

 Which you soOnt refuse, s0al you, fatherf They'd fiIl your head full of their tales, But he swears they are false if his name What beautiful name for man--

 Is Augustus Frederick Graeme. The school is most out, and I'm sure

 I'm old enough now to engage; YON'd hate an old maid; and he says

 Sixteen is the prettest age. So you won't be vex'd, will yoW2 Now don't-' I wish you would come to our--when- But I'll bring him home soon from the jaunt, And know you'll be satisfied then. And now, while think, dearest Pa,

 Please send by the very first tnail- He's momenily looking for funds,

 But says they may possibly tail- Some five hundred dolIars--you must,

 need it for irinkets and things- Aud your letter to Isabelle Graems

 Win find us at Lebanon Springs.