Oh come with me, love, I'm seeking
A spell in the young year's flowers;
The magical May-dew is weeping

Its charms o'er the summer bow'rs.

Haste, or the spell will be missing,
We seek in the May-dew now;
For soon the warm sun will be kissing
The bright drops from blossom and
bough:

And the charm is so tender the May. dew sheds

O'er the wild flowers' delicate dyes, That e'en at the touch of the sunbeam,

'tis said,

The mystical influence flies.

Oh, come with me, etc.

OH! FOR A HUSBAND.

AIR-"Oh! for a husband," Early in the 17th
century.

THERE was a maiden, well-a-day!
Thus mourn'd her hapless lot :-
"A wife may be merry and gay,
But maids, alas! may not.

Full eighteen years have pass'd," she said,

"All lonely and forlorn, Oh, if I chance to die unwed,

Would I had ne'er been born.
Oh, oh, oh, for a husband,
Oh, oh, oh, for a husband."
Still this was her song,
"I will have a husband,
I'll have a husband

Be he old or young !"

An ancient suitor to her came,

His head was very gray;
He talked to her of Cupid's flame,
And stole her heart away.

Her mother said, "Don't wed too fast,
Lest you should soon repent."
Quoth she, "Dear mother, I'm in haste."
And thus the ditty went,
"Oh, oh, oh, for a husband,
Oh, oh, oh, for a husband,”
Still this was her song,

"I will have a husband,
I'll have a husband,

Be he old or young !"

When she had been a wedded wife

A twelvemonth and a day,

She found her dear, her lord, her life,
Was mean as well as gray.

He grudg'd the price of cap and gown,
Of velvet and of lace ;

On trinkets he would grimly frown,
'Twas such a piteous case.
“Oh, oh, oh, with a husband,
Oh, oh, oh, with a husband,
What a life lead I,
Plague take such a husband,
Take such a husband,
Husband, fie, fie, fie !"

Another twelvemonth slowly pass'd,
A widow she became ;
But soon the weeds aside she cast,
Pray don't the lady blame.
A second lover sought her hand,
Young, gen'rous, brave and free,
She did not shilly-shally stand,
But joyously said she,

'Oh, oh, oh, for a husband, Oh, oh, oh, for a husband,

This is still my song,

I will have a husband,
I'll take a husband,

But he must be young !"

LADY MARY.

J. E. CARPENTER.

TWAS lovely Lady Mary, the pride of Scotland's Earl,

Whose tresses were of auburn, whose brow was like the pearl;

Whose gentleness and beauty caused many a noble knight

To seek Earl March's towers, their fealty there to plight;

But cold was Lady Mary to all who came to woo, —

Though nobler gallants were not, search bonnie Scotland through.

'Twas lovely Lady Mary had met in silent dell

Young Donald o' the Islands, and he loved her full well;

"Ye have no wealth-no broad lands" --so spake the stern old Earl.

"Then deem not in your bosom to place my lovely pearl."

Oh! sad was Lady Mary, for Donald came to wo0,

And braver gallant lived not, search bonnie Scotland through.

Twas gentle Lady Mary-yet none, alas,

could trace

The sunshine of the beauty that once beamed in her face!

In silent grief she wandered the leafy wood and dell

Where every flow'ret told her of him she loved so well;

And then the Earl relented-"Let Donald come to woo,

Although he be the poorest, search bonnie Scotland through."

'Twas lovely Lady Mary, was waiting in the hall,

Three sturdy men had ridden young Donald back to call;

From day to day they sought him, and when at last he came,

A belted knight was Donald, of honor and of fame.

Then blithe was Lady Mary, for Donald came to woo,

And happier twain there lived not, search bonnie Scotland through.