THE WEST SHORE.
11
scandalized, that a young lady of Miss Violet Brock- wife, like two pilgrims journeying to some revered
ton's prospects, and a neice of Her Ladyship at that, shrine. As the years come and go, Timo touches
would condescend to marry not only a barbarous them very gently. Their cup of joy runneth over,
American, but a dauber in paint, as well. for sturdy lads and bonnie lasses play about their
The writer has also to chronicle that, on the site of ' door, and the sound of their children's voices is like
the mountaineer's cabin, in the heart of the Sierras, ; sweetest music to their ears. The mountaineer plays
now stands a handsome Swiss chalet. "mine host" with ready hospitality, whilo Zeko is
Thither come every summer the once struggling, monarch of the domain, and is accorded all the pro
but now rich and famous, artist, and his charming I rogatives of one born to the purple,
Mkm Linton.
MM'y nirl w vb.o:y;&, ,3-;
.V..-' l V t
A PANOY.
If, Borne day, you ahould chanco to !ann my gravo,
With folded hand anl meditative air,
And, glancing down ujwn a marble tdiaft,
should read my name, in nimj.lc UtU rn, tln-rc-
Ah! then, I think, from out the Hilcnt jiant,
My voice would call arrow the vanished yearn;
And you would know-alaa! io latethat I
Once loved you well, in wcret and in tear.
Km. Uumnmn.