The Lost Tails of Miletus. HIGH on the Thracian hills, half hid in the billows of clover, Thyme, and the asphodel blooms, and lulled by Pactolian streamlet, She of Miletus lay, and beside her an aged satyr Scratched his ear with his hoof, and playfully inumbled his chestnuts. Vainly the Manid and the Bassarid gambolled about her, The free-eyed Bacchante sang, and Pan-the renowned, the accomplished Executed his difficult solo. In vain were their gambols and dances: High o'er the Thracian hills rose the voice of the shepherdess, wailing. "Ai! for the fleecy flocks,—the meek-nosed, the passionless faces; Ai! for the tallow-scented, the straight-tailed, the highstepping; Ai! for the timid glance, which is that which the rustic, sagacious, Applies to him who loves but may not declare his passion !" Her then Zeus answered slow: O daughter of song and sorrow, Hapless tender of sheep,-arise from thy long lamentation! Since thou canst not trust fate, nor behave as becomes a Greek maiden, Look and behold thy sheep."-And lo! they returned to her tailless ! The Ritualist. BY A COMMUNICANT OF "ST. JAMES'S.” He wore, I think, a chasuble, the day when first we met; A stole and snowy alb likewise: I recollect it yet. He called me "daughter," as he raised his jewelled hand to bless; And then, in thrilling undertones, he asked, "Would I confess?" O mother dear! blame not your child, if then on bended knees I dropped, and thought of Abélard, and also Eloise ; Or when, beside the altar high, he bowed before the pyx, I envied that seraphic kiss he gave the crucifix. The cruel world may think it wrong, perhaps may deem me weak, And, speaking of that sainted man, may call his conduct "cheek ;" And, like that wicked barrister whom Cousin Harry quotes, May term his mixèd chalice "grog," his vestments "petticoats: " But, whatsoe'er they do or say, I'll build a Christian's hope On incense and on altar-lights, on chasuble and cope. Let others prove, by precedent, the faith that they profess : "His can't be wrong" that's symbolised by such becoming dress. A Moral Vindicator. IF Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B., His views of heaven were very free; His views of life were painfully Ridiculous; but fervently He dwelt on marriage sanctity. He frequently went on a spree; And though at times Lycurgus B. But Mrs. Jones declined to see And what did Jones, Lycurgus B., He smiled, a bitter smile to see,- He did what Sickles did to Key,- The counsellor who took the fee, And then when Jones, Lycurgus R., |