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316      JULIA H. SCOTT.

Darkness is on the hearth--
Naught do I say;
Books are but little worth--
Thou art away!

Voices, the true and kind,
Strange are to me;
I have lost heart and mind,
Thinking of thee.

TO ———.

Lovely thou art! ay, lovely
In spirit and in form;
A sunbeam glancing o'er life's tears,
A rainbow through the storm;
A snow-drop 'mid earth's darker hues,
Unwarm'd by flattery's breath,
A harp-tone flung from cherub hands,
Wringing out joy from death.

Lovely thou art, ay, lovely;
And sorrow, shared with thee,
As if magician changed, becomes
A pleasure unto me.
Life's sky, though clothed with tempest-clouds,
Grows bright when thou art nigh;
And tears e'er turn to smiles beneath
Thine angel-gifted eye!


ANN S. STEPHENS.

Although the name and fame of Mrs. Stephens belong particularly to the prose-writers of America, yet so beautiful in their simplicity and earnestness are some of her poetical strains, that we cannot refrain from giving them a welcome to our pages, while we express our admiration of their unpretending merit.
Mrs. Stephens is a native of Derby, Connecticut; a daughter of John Winterbotham, Esq., who was formerly connected with the late Gen. David Humphreys, in the woollen manufactory at Humphrey's Ville, Conn., but now resides in Ohio. In 1831, she was married to Edward Stephens, Esq., and soon after removed to Portland, Maine. In 1835, she undertook the editorship of The Portland Magazine, (which Mr. Stephens had established,) and conducted it with much success for two years, when ill-health compelled her to give it up. She also edited The Portland Sketch Book, composed of contributions from various authors of that city. Mrs. Stephens came to New York in 1837, in which city she has resided ever since. For four years she conducted The Ladies' Companion; in 1842, she became editorially connected with Graham's Magazine; in the following year she established The Ladies' World; and has been constant and energetic in her literary labours until the present time. She is now the editor of The Ladies' National Magazine.
Her own contributions, numerous and skillful as they are, to the various periodicals of the day, prove her to be as industrious a composer as she is a laborious editor. Her stories always contain many excellent moral lessons, and much original thought; whatever she writes is written with a bold pen, and with that unmixed sincerity of purpose, that never fails to attract attention and secure respect.

THE OLD APPLE-TREE

I AM thinking of the homestead
With its low and sloping roof;
And the maple boughs that shadow'd it
With a green and leafy woof;

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