By The "Sad Sea Waves."

Within my heart there is a sigh Which answers back thesea ' s low moan For , 0 my love , Ave are to part—To morrow I shall be alone ! 0 sweet have been the Summer days While we have wandered side by side ;

But darkness noAV overAvhelms my soul , Wrecked in the Avhirl of passion ' s tide . 1 did not dream Avhen first we met , That I could ever love thee so . But thou hast Avhiled my heart aAvay , And cans ' t noAV calmly bid me " Go . "

And tell me Avhen ' tis all too late , Another waits to call thee " Avife j " While I—0 , what is left for me 1 A lonely , aimless , ruined life ! Nay , girl , I Avould not blame thee , yet

'Tis hard to say that Avord " faiwell !" For in its utterance is breathed , O ' er all fond hopes a funeral knell , Years will roll on , and Summers fade Into the dun-gray Autumn ' s chill , And our tAvo paths lie Avide apart Until my heart grows cold and still 1

An Old, Old Story.

AN OLD , OLD STORY .

TIB rapture to lounge in such exquisite clover , To bask in the sunshine of QAvendolen ' s eyes ; With light-hearted Millie to be a gay rover , Or " spoon " to the music of Rosalie ' s sighs . " J . A . STEBRT , Boudoir Ballad ) . WHEN Miss Margerison returned to the

room , she savr at once that Lucy was very much bored , and Mr . Williams very much flustered . He looked red and perspiring , and had become nervous in manner , and rapid in ejaculation . And so that good woman set to work

to remove the boredom of the one , and the excitemeut of the other , by civil words and friendly looks . Very soon after this Colonel Mackintosh and Mr . Maimvaring were announced , Avith ill-suppressed satisfaction by Mr . Walters , and I think it

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An Old, Old Story.

more than probable , by the manner of the two " entrants , " that that worthy individual had already expressed his opinion on matters in general , and Mr . Williams in particular , in words which greatl y amused those two excellent individuals .

Lucy Avas radiant in the extreme at this appearance of some allies on the field of battle , aud even Miss Margerison though greatly solicitous for " poor Mr . Williams , " did not at all refuse her habitual pleasant greeting to her ancient and her

youthful friend . Soon after luncheon was announced , and ere long the little party Avas full y doing justice to the well-spread table and the liberal bill of fare which ever prevailed at " The Cedars . "

But shortly after luncheon had disappeared , and the " quintette" had adjourned to the terrace for the fresh air , and two of the gentlemen for the " fragrant weed , " an unexpected little difficulty arose . It soon beeame clear that by some

taliamanic intuition , or some amatory Freemasonry , the two last comers had realized Lucy Longhurst ' s objection to the Curate ' s intrusion into their little domestic circle ,

and they equally resented Miss Margerison ' s invitation of him to their contemplated party at Richmond , for it had been an excursion proposed and planned by the two gentlemen , much to Lucy ' s satisfaction , and they had intended it to be a strict " partie carr § e . "

But five is an unequal and inconvenient number , and though , as Rory O'More sang , " There ' s luck in odd numbers , " yet it is extremely difficult to seat five comfortably at any table I have ever seen or can possibly conceive .

The fifth person , as Colonel Mackintosh was fond of saying , " creates a vacuum and produces a solecism . " Some of us may recall to-day , how many an innocent little scheme of ours has been frustrated by the inconvenient intrusion of

No . 5 . When her sister Annie had so consider * ately arranged that Henry Mortimer ( a parti , ) should sit vis-a-vis the pretty Edith Maxwell , in a quiet little party of four , Avhat a bore it was at the eleventh hour , to have that tiresome man , Mr . Doubleday , walk in , who would not take a hint , would not go away and would stay iov