Love's Memories

Ono day, in penalve, dreamy mood, I thougbt of bonny Mary- How fair the was, how uweet and good, How fatry-Bke and alry] I hfld a treafiiirod fragrant curl, And let it round myffiLgdr twirl, Tet thought, "'Tis atrange a few Bbort years Sinoe we two parted, blind witfa teart, It's golden tint should vary !" The clineing curl was soft and bright, Yet ratlier brown Üian golden ; I turncd and tumedjt tothe light To catch the color oltlen. II Alack !" I sigbed, " 'tis gone. Dear girl ! Her image fades not like tbc oiirl ; I Bee her now, my graccful muid, So peerlesp tbat she made afraid The heart she woukl eiubolden." Then carne a thought of suddcn pain : " How uow ! her hair so sunny "Was wavy, soft, yat alwara plain, H.t curled ut all. How funny ! v.'h;tt ohangca may i fcrew bflfaÜ : I cauuot makt' it out at all ; Tip' preoiouá lock la ruinad qiiit' ; Ah me ! l'd not have seen tliis siglit- Not for a mint of money ! 'Tllpiit it by,this gift of yore; No more it sootbes and blestscs." I took the paper, dropped beforo, That beid my Mary's tresBes. Ha ! tbink upon it ! not the Bame ! Not li Mary ' was the written name, Hut "Jenny" - Jenny, darling girl - Hers was tbe bonny eweet brown curl, And gone were my distreBses ! Jenny, my fiower ! my glri of ligbt ! My hewrtsome, wiiiBome Jenny ! I mv it all. The IooJïb ware right ; "i'was piizzlini;, mong so m;my. Safe in il snowy paper laid I iound my Mary'e golden braid ; And, close bcHide it Bessic's trens, lïavni and Klo:isy - ltre Quses Bess! The swectést girl of any Í "Whereare theynow? Who? W'hat? ïhegirls? Ov do you ui can the tressea ? Tli1 girlö. Ah, well (how Tempua whirls!), Eaoh one a busband blcsses. Jlarried and settlod long ago - Besp, Jane, aud TSSaTj - don't you know? Mary and Walluee made a match ; Bright Jenny fonnd a brilliant "catcb;" Aud Bess took me - the precious !