K. I.] TILT. TLMCLAM IX CTPBC». In kindly unison, vino, streams, and troo Seemed all to call to me, " Kxult with us ! " '1 inn I, a humble citizen, appeared, In mino own eyes, a world-creativo Got! ; And luch in momenta of my ecatacy lu truth I am ! but that, when it ia paat, Is like a dream and I myself know not What tht n 1 dreamed ; tmck into nothingness 1 sink a'/a in and am aa (ibreleaa. As simple aa lcfore. Ti XIMAS. Fool'a jiaradise 1 TBOUBADOIR. Moat exquiaito!—Kro yet tho day with cheeks Sleepreddeiied, jieorod forth on tho world, and woke Lightly, with rosy finger-tip*, tho Sun, Hi- dear liirth-giver, forth I roam'd with hair Loose flowing, and bared neck, through Tillages, Through towns, o'er hills and dales, In palace now, And now in Swtcr-hut, by great and small Welcomed with hearty kindness, I to-day Passed through tho fields of Provcnco that I might To-morrow in tho glaciers mirror me, Tlnn on tho next day, from tho Vatican, With awo survey tho tomb of earthly greatness. My mother-art seemed to support mo e'en As doth a hen her chicks. No care was mino To seek mo out a lodging, which each friend Art-loving, and all trees, providod me. MoI-AV. Never at homo then ? TROC BA DOCK. Ah ! an artist's lifo It but a pilgrimage. No s[ot on earth Is his abiding placo—a priceless gem Still draws him on, which visible to sense, Yet unattainable, before him floats.—