23 SEPTEMBER 1876, Page 16

FROM THE ITALIAN.

THE past is not,—the hues in which 'tis drest

Fond memory supplies ;

The future is not,—hope7born in the breast

Its fancied joys arise ; The present is not,—like the lightning's gleam Its brief illusions seem ; This is the life allotted unto man,

A memory, hope,—a fleeting'moment's span. C.