"to Mate In Three Moves."

Crimson the heart of the sea-coal flre, Bessie and I, iu the ruddy glow, 3er mother reads, and the old grandBire Dreams of his youth, iu the " long ago." Juiet and warmth and love in the rooin, Now or never ray suit to press ; Where the hyucinths shed their sweet perfume, We pay two games - oue love ; one choss. Queen of the red and queen ot my heart, When wil! you wear my golden ring ? 'lushing her cheeks the roses start, Slyly she murmurs, "Check to your King." M y pawns advance, pross on and die ; The bishops battle in lines oblique ; My brave knights f all ; but I an't teil why My heart grows strong ab my game grows weak. )arling, nnswer me, lift your eyes ; Your mother sleeps and the time approves, peak, sweet mouth with a glad surprise ; " You'll be muted, sir, iu three more moves." Tlien let this be one - and her dimpled hand Looks all tlie fairer for the plain gold ring; lu vaiu I rally aiy scatterod lrand As again she cuecks uiy poor lost king. Nearer her gold-brown curls to mine, The choss-men seem in a dark eclipse, Check ! - Shall I die and make no sign 'iAnd I steal a kiss trom her ripe red lipa. Mate ! - and her joyous eyes proclaim Who wms by love, and who in chesa ; And the pride of my life is the golden game, That was lost, wheu I won my darling Bess. [Scribmr'i.