H.

18.

Vain, vain is all below, oh, worse than madness,
The long fond quest of hope's deluding bow;
From toil to toil thou'lt strive-from pain to sadness,
Too clear at last the cheat-too deep the woe;
Power hath no spell to shield from fate's stern dooming,
Earth hath no balm for hearts by anguish riven,
Fame is a meteor only cliffs illuming,

Life hath no goal, no rest.

Ask thou of Heaven.

19.

G.-Away with idle wishes-Thus you sigh

For some imagined good yet unattained;

For wealth, or fame, or love; things which once gained
Might like a curse o'er all your future lie;

Thus in your blindness do you ask of Fate

The gifts, that, once bestowed, might crush you with their weight.

L.-Oh, moderate thy wishes,
One whisper let me tell,

Make not an earthly idol!

Love wisely-not too well;
For the heart of burning passion,
May be broken in its trust,
And a woe await the worship

Of so frail a thing as dust!

H.

20.

G.-Such introduction would but prove
The source of grief and pain;
For you and all your proffered love,
She'd treat with cold disdain.

L.-You must make an advance
By the rules of romance,

And your way to his heart thus prepare;
With your smiles then delight,
With your frowns just affright,
But not drive him to dreadful despair!

21.

Byron.

G.--Do battle with all forces that you may,

And lay incessant battery to her heart,

Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,
These engines can the proudest love convert.

L.-Love has its treasury of tears;

And in the needed hour,

Spenser.

When words and smiles have failed to move,

Try their resistless power.

22.

G.-All hearts alike, all faces cannot move,

There is a secret sympathy in love;

Farquharson.

H.

The powerful loadstone cannot move a straw,
No more than jet the trembling needle draw.

L.-He loved thee till he knew

That thou hadst loved before,
Then love to coldness grew,
And passion's reign was o'er;
For what is worth the lip
Ruby although it be,

If another's dared to sip

The sweets once given to thee?

Sedley.

23.

Moore.

G." I love to love," says the maiden bright,

And her words gush forth like a stream of light;
They will thrill to the heart of a suppliant there,
With a ripple soft as an angel's prayer.

Marian Ward.

L. Of making his gold a sword; and most wickedly does he hack and slash with it. He knows how the weapon will cut heart-strings; he knows what wounds it will inflict; but they bleed inwardly; and because there is no outward and visible hurt to call on the coroner-homicidal Avarice, with no outward drop of gore upon his hands—no damning spot seen by the world's naked eye-mixes in the world a very respectable gentleman; a man who has a file of receipts for everything; a man who does not owe a shilling;

H.

and above all, a man who takes all the good he gets as nothing but a proper payment for his exceeding respecta bility!

24.

D. Jerrold.

-Kind, generous, and good, her native smiles
And winning sweetness every heart beguiles;
And although nurtured in the highest sphere,
Possessing all that makes the cottage dear.

L.

A truer, nobler, trustier heart,
More loving, or more loyal, never beat

Within a human breast.

Byron.

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25.

G. She thought a husband she could have,
Whenever she desired;

She finds that's "easier said than done,"
And now she is so tired

Of her coquetting round about,

In spite of idle scoffers,

She has resolved that she will take

The very first that offers.

John S. Adams.

L.-He's fooled away time from his mind's very birth,
And worshipped as idols the nothings of earth;
Now time rings the knell of his youth's latest sigh
He wishes the pleasures of wedlock to try.

H.

26.

G.-Your last tearful farewell is spoken,
Life's sweet morning vision hath flown!
Each vow, each glad promise is broken,
That twined your twin beings in one!
And severed are love's golden fetters,
And sympathy's silvery chain;
You'd better return all her letters,
She may wish to use them again!

Grace Greenwood.

L.-You are his angel from above,

The only one he e'er can love,
And 'till the day you are his own
His life will be most sad and lone;

To

you

he'll be faithful a year-if not more;

He can vouch for his truth-he's been faithful before.