I am very much mistaken if she has not within her the power to write poems, which shall take place among the work that lasts." Mr.Allen read this letter over several times, and then, with a gesture of impatience, tore the sheets down the middle, and threw them into the fire, exclaiming,-- "Pshaw! as if there were any use in sending a man a portrait of a woman he is to see every day.

If Stephen is the person to amount to any thing in her life, he will recognize her.

If he is not, all my descriptions of her will be thrown away.

It is best to let things take their own course." After some deliberation, he decided to take a step, which he would never have taken, had Mercy not been going away from his influence,--a step which he had again and again said to himself he would hot risk, lest the effect might be to hinder her intellectual growth.

He sent two of her poems to a friend of his, who was the editor of one of the leading magazines in the country.