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Virginia Wythe. I cannot have beauty like Lady Grace ; No glossy, black curls on my head; All freckled and rosy and tannrd is my face; My haads are quite largo, rough, and red. My eyes are Mot large or dreamy or bright. And it has been said my pug nöse is a fright. But. my common brown hair may be shining and ncat, My face may be smillng and kind ; My hands may be useful and rcady to meet Tne portion of life-work they flnd. 80 1'li not fret and worry and envy and plan For what is denied me; but have what I can. I cannot have richcs like Lady Grace; No 8ilk, lace, or jewels may wear; No china or Bilver my table may grace- Holding daimv and delicate iare; No 8tntues orpictures in parlor or hall ; No llverled menial to answer my cali. But Imake my cheap dresses both tasteful and neat, My table inviting, and wholesome my fare; I nave the wilu flowers abundant and swect, The soft, golden sun6htne, and fresh, balmy air. 8s 111 not fret and worry and envy and plan For what is denied me; but have what I can. I cannot have lovers like Lady Grace- 80 numerous, so high-horn and fine - Fast horses iney drive, they win in the race, Then they tarry at rosy, old wine. Gallant speeches they make, and sonnets they write In praise of my lady so young, fair, and bright, But I have a lover, brave, tender and truc, Though he boasts neither riches nor fame ; He shuns the mad race, and the red wino cup, too, And pure and unblemished his name. 80 I'm rich in thelove of one true, gcod man, And I'll not sigh for more, but have what I can.