Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl? X. A charm invests a face

Never did Vulcan's Peak appear more grand or more softfor grandeur or sublimity, blended with softness, make the principal charm of noble tropical scenerythan it did that morning; and Bridget looked up at the dark, overhanging cliffs, with a smile, as she said "We may love the Reef, dear Mark, for what it did for you in your distress, but I foresee that this Eden will eventually become our home.

We, who, when we can, carry our hearts in our eyes, know very well, and have often said it before, that Eden is not so many days' journey away from our feet that we may not inhale its perfumes and press our brows against its sod whenever we wish.

Another disenchantment,another Eden becomes a Sahara.