IRISH LULLARY, E'd rock my own sweet childie to rest in a cradle of gold on a bough of the willow, To the sho-heen sho of the wind of the west and the sho hoo lo ofthe soft sea billow, Sleep, baby, dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here beside your pillow. silver boat on the beautiful river, Where a sho-heen whisper the white cas. cades, and a sho hoo loo the green flags shiver. Sleep, baby, dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here with you forever. Sho hoo ls! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom ‘tis sleep has bound you, And O, my child, what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have found you? Sleep, baby, dear, sleep without fear, Mother's two arms are clasped around you. ERR CR THE YELLOW ROSES. years ago, 1 One evening about two and neighbor, Madame de Lorgeri, Aware her ctreme fondness for flowers, I took with me a bunch of yellow roses, her especial favorites, On this evening, as an ‘many another, I found her with an gld gentleman, who had about a year before coma into that neighborhood to ake possession of an adjoining property eft him by a distant relative on condi- tion he would change his name to that of Descondrai I was quite jealous of my dear old friend of between him and my dear old friend. On the evening in question they ie ¥ entered softly so as not to disturb them, and waited until the game was over to present my roses. Madame de Lorgeri’s face was brightened with genuine delight, but to my astonish- ment, Monsieur Descondrais’ most strangely abstracted and thought- ful, “Would vou believe it my friend,’ he said, at length, *:th evoked, as if by enchantment a whole epoch of my vouth. Fora few moments I was again twenty years of age and in love with a woman, who, if hving, must now be fully sixty years old. I will tell von the whole story, one that influenc whole after life—even now, n old age has left me barely energy enough remembrance of my youthful love fills me with emotion.” forty vears college, my ng me, se in a certain own of Lea it ago just after father, withou to obtain ¢ regiment quartere X—, for which orders to depart at the i tle place I received once. This was more than one reason; love for t army, thou tion was no gre: of my iife the mere si; form, or the sound sufliced to fire my ambitio ing a Casar or an Achilles. of all, I was in love, and dared not tell my father, whose answer I kuew, would have been an order hastening my de. parture, an —and what i ras as old as I am now, retaining all the vigor and f youth. He idant distressing news for I had no special that objec i OQ