Cap and Gown

~Under the Rose.~

Last night the blush rose clustered,--
To-day the rough wind blows
In showers her broken petals;
Last night,--yet no one knows,--
I kissed thee, sweetheart, sweetheart,

Under the rose!

Last night my fond hope blossomed,--
To-day December snows
Drift deep and cold above it;
To-day,--ah! no one knows,--
My heart breaks, sweetheart, sweetheart,

Under the rose!

CATHERINE Y. GLEN.
Mount Holyoke.

[Illustration: MT. HOLYOKE GIRL.]

~A Bit of Human Nature.~

'Tis only a pair of woman's eyes,
So long-lashed, soft, and brown,
Half hiding the light that in them lies,
As dreamily looking down.

'Tis only the dainty curve of a lip,
Half full, half clear defined,
And the shell-like pink of a finger-tip,
And a figure half reclined.

'Tis only a coil of rich, dark hair,
With sunlight sifted through,
And a truant curl just here a