.7. H. BEEVES' Selections for AlbumsContinued. Happy were men, if they but understood, There is no safety but in doing good. S3 All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. May joy thy steps attend, And mayst thou find in every form a friend ; With care unsullied be thy every thought, And in thy dreams forget-me-not. Our acts our angels are ; or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. When time, which steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths ; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. Hope not to find a, friend, who has not found a friend in thee. And like the purchase, few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below. Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day. In after years, when thou, perchance, As thoughts of " auld lang syne " arise, Midst other scenes, shall cast a glance. Along these pages, should thine eyes Rest on this tribute, think of me, Think kindly, as I shall of thee. 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come. Ah ! tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past: What is recalled by faded flowers Save that they did not last ? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember to regret ? But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.