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LUELLA J. CASE. 

The writings of this lady, both in prose and verse, have chiefly appeared in The Rose of Sharon, a religious annual, and The Flower Vase, a small volume of selected poetry;—both of which were edited by her friend, the late Mrs. Edgarton Mayo. The extracts we give, show an easy and earnest mode of expression, and a cheerful heart, fitted by wisdom and love to give useful advice in a poetical form. She is a daughter of the late Hon. Levi Bartlett, of Kingston, N. H., where she was born. Since her marriage she has lived at Portland, Maine, and Cincinnati, Ohio; she now resides at the former place. 

ENERGY IN ADVERSITY. 

ONWARD! Hath earth's ceaseless change 
Trampled on thy heart? 
Faint not, for that restless range 
Soon will heal the smart. 
Trust the future; time will prove 
Earth hath stronger, truer love. 

Bless thy God, the heart is not 
An abandoned urn, 
Where, all lonely and forgot, 
Dust and ashes mourn; 
Bless Him, that his mercy brings 
Joy from out its withered things. 

Onward, for the truths of God! 
Onward, for the right! 
Firmly let the field be trod, 
In life's coming fight; 
Heaven's own hand will lead thee on, 
Guard thee till thy task is done!
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Then will brighter, sweeter flowers 
Blossom round thy way, 
Than e'er sprung in Hope's glad bowers, 
In thine early day; 
And the rolling years shall bring 
Strength and healing on their wing. 

CHARITY. 

SPEAK kindly, oh speak soothingly 
To him whose hopes are crossed, 
Whose blessed trust in human love 
Was early, early lost; 
For wearily - how wearily! 
Drags life, if you depart; 
Oh! let the balm of gentle words 
Fall on the smitten heart! 

Go gladly, with true sympathy, 
Where want's pale victims pine, 
And bid life's sweetest smiles again 
Along their pathway shine. 
Oh, heavily doth poverty 
Man's nobler instincts bind; 
Yet sever not that chain, to cast 
A sadder on the mind. 

THE UNBIDDEN GUEST. 

I COME! Ye have lighted your festal hall, 
And music is sounding its joyous call, 
And the guests are gathering—the young—the fair, 
With the flower-wreath'd brow, and the braided hair. 
I come, but so noiseless shall be my way 
Through the smiling crowds of the young and gay,

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