POETRY.

THE WIFE,
" She flung her white arms around him-thou art al

 that this poor heart can cling to-" Icould have stemmed misfortune's tide, And borne the rich ones sheer, Have braved the naughty glance of pride, Nor shed single tear; r a .......ss- could have smiled on every blow From lifs's full qaiver thrown, WhiIeI might gaze on tIfee, and know 4q T should not be alone. te could-I think could have brook'd & Fen for time, that thou Upon my fading face hadst looked

 With less of love than now; For then should at least have felt

 The sweet hope still my own, To win thee back-and whilst dwell s On earth, not been alone. "'s+E4f But thus to see, from day to day,

 Thy bright'niRg eye and cheek, And watch thy life-sand waste away,

 Unnumber'd, slowly, meek: To meet thy smile of tenderness, And catch the feeble tone

 Of kindness, ever breaihed to bless,

 And feel, I'll be alone.

 To mark thy strength each hour decay,

 And yet thy hopes grow stronger, a As, filled with I,eaven-ward trust, they say,

 "Earth may not claim thee longer; Nay, dearest, 'ts too much-this heart Must break, when thou art gone It must not be, we may notpart, could not live alone.