he would sit down. At length he suddenly turned to me and said vehemently, "God has sent you here. Too true! too true! This night I entered her grave, and found the miniature that was to be, to her, my type, during my absence. She was too happy as she gazed on it, and the fiends of hell first envied, and then stole her joy. Oh!-my-Go—”

The rush of thought choked his utterance. He would have fallen, but I caught and bore him to the bed. His breath became harder and harder-his groans less and less audiblewhen suddenly raising himself, he grasped my hand with a dying effort--said faintly," You will-find-all-explained-inthat." I followed with my eyes the motion of his hand, as he pointed to a small writing desk, and when I turned them on him again, he was dead!

STANZAS.

Sick of the crowd, the toil, the strife,
Sweet Nature, how I turn to thee!
Seeking for renovated life,

By brawling brook and shady tree.
I knew thy rocks had spells of old,
To change the wanderer's wo to calm;
And, in thy waters, clear and cold,
My heated brow would seek its balm.
I bent beneath thy ancient oak,

I sought for slumber in its shade,
And, as the clouds above me broke,
I dream'd to win the boon I pray'd:
For light, a blessed light, was given,
Far streaming round me from above;
And in the deep, deep vaults of heaven.
I saw a smile of peace and love.

And through the long, long summer hours.
When every bird was on his wing,

I sought, among thy thousand flow'rs,
Renewal of life's secret spring;

That sacred freshness of the heart,

That made youth's tide flow smooth and strong,
When, yet untaught by shame or art,

We feared no guile, and felt no wrong.

My soul grew young in early dreams,
And 'gainst the passing time I strove,
Most glad to yield all human schemes,
For one pure, boyish hour of love.
And who but Nature's self could yield
The boon I sought, the prayer I made-
Throned in her realm of wood and field,
Of rocky realm and haunted shade?
Who but that magic Queen, whose sway
Drives Winter from his path of strife,

OAKLEY PARK The Seat of SIR EDWARD KERRISON, BART. London, G Henderson. 2.Old Bailey.

While all her thousand fingers play,
With bud and bird, in games of life?
To her I turn'd yet turn'd in vain;
A hopeless discontent 1 bear;
1 snap, at each remove, some chain,
Yet never snap the chain I wear!
Yet if the wizard be-whose pow'r
May set my heart and passions free,
Aud still restore youth's perished flow'r,
And hope's gay season thou art she.'

A kindred life with these I ask-
Not beauty, not the scent we seek;
But in thy sunshine let me bask,

My heart as glowing as my cheek.
An idle heart, that would not heed
The chiding voice of duty come,
To take the soul, new-nerved and freed,
Back to close task and gloomy room.
Thou, Nature, that magician be!

Give me the old-time peace-the joy
That warmed my heart, and made me free,
A wild, but not a wayward boy.
And I will bless thee with a song,
As fond as hers- that idle bird -
That sings above me all day long,

As it she knew I watch'd and heard.

OAKLEY PARK,

THE SEAT OF SIR EDWARD KERRISON, BART.

THE seat of Sir Edward Kerrison is one of those elegant English mansions delightfully situated, which, whether beheld by the passing stranger, or only in a picture, at once tells much of its own story. It is in the vicinity of Eye, anciently Eay, which is said to signify an island, the town being almost to this day surrounded by water. In the adjoining fields small rudders, iron rings, and other articles of shipping tackle, have been frequently turned up by the plough, confirming the tradition that the river had formerly been navigable to it from Cromer. Sir Edward is patron of the living of Eye, which is a vicarage, in the hundred of Hartismere, county of Suffolk. He was created baronet in 1821.

LONDON FASHIONS FOR THE MONTH.

ALTHOUGH the summer fashions may now be said to be fixed, yet to the eye of the attentive observer novelties arise every day, if not in forms, at least in trimmings and accessories of one kind and another. Thus, for instance, we have seen lately

several bonnets of the finest Italian straw, ornamented only with a very broad ribbon brought round the bottom of the crown, tied on one side, and fringed at the ends. We see also a great number of crape drawn bonnets, but the style in which they are trimmed gives a certain degree of elegance which prevents them from appearing common. We may cite as examples. those of pink or water-coloured crape with the brims drawn, but the interior lined with a voilette of English point lace, which, turning over the outside of the brim, fell in lappets on each side. We should observe that flowers are placed on the voilette in the interior in such a manner as to give considerable softness to the countenance. Some other novel

ties well worthy the attention of our fair readers are the new shot silk bonnets: they are pink pou de soie shot with white, and trimmed with wreaths of roses cent-feuilles, which encircle the bottom of the crown. A deep point of English point lace is placed above the wreath like a demi voilette, and descending on each side of the brim, it turned into the interior where it was intermingled with bouquets of roses. We have observed

that lilac bonnets both crape, gauze, and silk are very nume rous; the prettiest are those of crape, trimmed with a demi wreath of white heath blossoms, small in the centre, and forming bouquets which fall very low on each side of the brim.

Shawls, mantelets, and scarfs have resumed all their vogue; we have seen several of the former of rich black silk figured in patterns of one colour only, as gold colour, blue, or pale rose; they are finished by a broad and rich fringe. Mantelets are like those of the last year, composed of embroidered muslin lined with coloured silk, and trimmed with lace; or else they are of plain or shot silk bordered with white or black lace. We observe that black mantelets trimmed with black lace are even in greater vogue than last season. Some both black and coloured, are made with a large collar forming a pelerine, others, and these last we consider very graceful, have the fronts formed to the shape by folds. Pelisses both of silk and muslin lined with taffetas are coming much into vogue; the first are ornamented with the material of the dress disposed en tablier, either in a bias band arranged in full hollow plaits and headed by a rich cord, or else the tablier is formed by fancy silk ornaments. Muslin pelisses are usually of the clear kind, and they are trimmed in an exceedingly novel and elegant style with detached embroidery in the form of brandebourgs, which ornament the front of the corsage in the form of a V and descend in a reverse direction down the front of the skirt; each brandebourg