THE WEDDING RING.

LÉT the pure unalloyed gold of this ring
Declare the perfect love with which I love thee;
Lét the firm, cómpact, indestructible metal
Witness my love 's no evanescent passion;
And the strong, massy hoop, encircling thus
Thy slénder finger, typify the pale
Within which thou shalt pass thy days secure,
From áll harm guarded by these sheltering arms.

Walking from PFUNDS to RIED (German TYROL), Sept. 4, 1854.

I would not, if I could, be wise,

I énvy not the regal state,
Wealth has small splendor in mine eyes,
I am contented with my fate;

I live and breathe and see the sun,
And feel the fresh air round me blow,
For me the earth is spread with flowers,
For me the gurgling waters flow;

And if I 'm loved by one alone,
Loved by one only let me be,
For that one heart is all my own
Ye kings, wise, rich men, envy me.

LANDRO in the valley of AMPEZZO, July 22, 1854.

CUCKOO!

Twas on a balmy day
In the latter end of May.
I heard the cúckoo say,
Cúckoo! Cúckoo!

Évery day in June,
Mórning, evening, noon,
She repeated the same tune,
Cúckoo! Cúckoo!

But when búrning hot July
Flared in the summer sky,
Ah! the cuckoo bade good bye,
Cúckoo! Cúckoo!

Quick cóme again, sweet May,
Till ón a balmy day

Again I hear her say,

Cúckoo! Cúckoo!

While travelling in Stellwagen from SAUERLOCH to HOLZKIRCHEN (BAVARIA), July 8, 1854.

JULIA ALPINULA.

"My father, spare my father," Julia cried

And at th' inexorable Roman's feet

Threw herself, tearless: - "Spare, Oh spare, my father;

Mércy is dearer far to heaven than justice;

Mércy is fair and lovely and makes friends
And binds with the indissoluble bond

Of grátitude; Oh spare my father, Roman;
Róme is no petty state compelled to uphold
By térror its precarious sovereignty;
Róme can afford to have mercy on a rebel.
Man, Roman, father, spare a man, a father,
Spáre an Helvetian guilty and repentant;
Só at Aventia's altar shall my prayers,
The priestess' and the daughter's prayers, be daily
Óffered for great Rome and for thee
Oh spare him,
Magnánimous Roman, spare him, spare him, spare him."
In vain she supplicated and in vain

Clúng to the Consul's knees; unpitying justice
Lópped with remorseless axe the victim's head;
And never in Aventia's temple after

Officiated Julia, but away

Pined grádual and at last died brokenhearted.
After a thousand and six hundred years

A stóne found at Aventicum affirms

The truth of the Historian: "Here I lie,
Júlia Alpínula, Aventia's priestess,

Ill-fated daughter of ill-fated sire:

The sire a rebel died by the hand of justice,

The daughter's supplication failed to save

The father's life

her years were three and twenty." *

MÁN, egoistic, for his own self lives,
Thinking he lives for honor, virtue, fame,
Ór for his country, as he 's pleased to call
The land which chanced to give the egoist birth;
Woman, devoted woman, knows no self,
Lives only in and for the egoist

Whó in the name of love has made her slave.

Walking from LIENZ to SILIAN in the PUSTERTHAL, July 21, 1854.

A man and woman travelling by the way And thirsty both, found each a cup of liquor; The man, as he drank his, made a wry face And spát some out and said it was most bitter. The woman, as she drank hers, kept her eyes Fixed on the man, then meekly smiling said: "Bitter was my cup too, and I doubt not Bitterer than thine, but pleasant to me always Éven the most bitter draught if I have only Thy face before mine eyes while I am drinking. Walking from LIENZ to SILIAN in the PUSTERTHAL, July 21, 1854.

ΑΝΝΑ MARIA PRIETH. *

Ir was the morning of the Sunday first
In Advent, when, four hours before daylight,
Anna Maria Prieth, the widow, left

House, home, and children five at Pitz and crossed
The ice of Reschen's frozen lake to Graun,
There made confession of her sins and eased
By that sweet sacrament her burthened mind.
'Twas not yet light when 'cross the ice returning,
Pleased with herself and with the world at peace,
And fúll of happy thoughts of home and children,
She trod upon a spot - Ah! blessed Mary,
Mother of God, where wast thou at that moment?
Above a spring the weakened ice gave way,
And not till five months later, when May's sun
Unbound the icy fetters of the Vintschgau,
Was found the body; the blessed spirit meanwhile
A stóne attests it on the banks of Reschen,
And évery Advent the officiating

Cúrate of Graun confirms it from the altar
Sank nót into the abysm but, upward borne
By hands angelic, soared until it joined

The harmónic choirs that never ceasing sing

Glad hymns of praise around the eternal throne.