K.

Called Providence, or Chance, or Fatal Sway,
Shall bless your hopes, and take your fears away.

20.

Your home a home of happiness,
And kindly love will be,

And many a dwelling-place for joy
In future still I see.

Your happy altar-hearth so bright

Is ever blazing there,

And cheerful faces round it met,

Are an unending prayer.

21.

It often falls in course of common life

Nicoll.

That right long time is overborne of wrong; Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife, That weakens her, and makes her party strong;

But justice, tho' she do her doom prolong,

Yet at the last she will her own cause right.

Had

22.

In this a hidden book

Your fate for you designs;

And blank are all the lines

On which we dare to look.

23.

Spenser

you the courage, you the means would find, But timid hearts are always left behind.

K.

24.

To try were vain-for well you know,
You snarl at every one;

Who then could have a love for

Who have a love for none ?

25.

you,

G-When you are absent she is full of thought,
And fresh, and free, and cordial is the flow
Of your ideal, and unheard discourse;
Calling you in her heart endearing names,
Familiarly fearless. But alas!

No sooner are you present than her thoughts
Are breathless, and bewitched, and stunted so
In force and freedom, that you ask yourself
Whether she thinks at all, or feels, or lives,
So senseless seems she!

L.-His ne'er will be a woman's dower

Of tenderness and love;

Those who can chain the eagle's power

Can never chain the dove.

26.

Taylor.

Mrs. Embury.

G.--She has an earnest intellect, a perfect thirst of mind, A heart by elevated thoughts, and poetry refined. Willis.

L.-He ever is most fond to add

One insect to the glittering crowd.
And show his trifling heart is glad

To join the vain, and court the proud.

Byron

L.

1.

G.-Of a needle, which though but small and tender,
Is both a maker and a mender,

A grave reformer of old rents decayed,

Stops holes and seams, and desperate cuts displayed,
And for our country's quiet we would like
That womankind should use no other pike;

It will increase their peace, enlarge their store,
To use their tongues less, and their needles more.

Taylor.

L. He is immensely fond of dancing.
And somewhat given to romancing.

Praed.

2.

Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self,
Thy wish exactly to thy heart's desire.

Milton.

3.

G. To follow you through sunshine and through storm,
To still be with you in your weal and woe;

In your afflictions, should they fall upon you;
In your temptations, when bad men beset you ;
In all the perils which may press around you,
And should they crush you-in the hour of death!
Taylor.

L.-His motive is this, that when lonely and weary,
And all the gay flutter of youth's dream is past,

L.

To find one bright flower in his pathway so dreary,

One fond tender bosom to rest on at last.

4.

Oh, there is a flower which though teeming with nectar,
Beneath its fair aspect screens misery's dart,

So artfully veiled that it mocks a detector,
Till pressed to the bosom, it pierces the heart.

5.

G. Kind or cross, false or true,
Love she must, and only you.

L.-He will love thee still when thy changeful eyes
Have grown dim with sorrow's rain,
When the bosom that beats against his own
Throbs slow with the weight of pain;
When thy silvery laugh rings out no more,
And vanished are youthful charms,
With free goodwill he will love thee still,
He will love thee still, and our dearest one
We give to his sheltering arms.

When thy father is dead, and the emerald sod
Lies soft on thy mother's breast,

When thy brother's voice is no longer heard,
And thy sister is hushed to rest,

He will love thee still-to him thou wilt look,
Thy star on life's troubled sea;

He will love thee still, through good and ill,

L.

With the marriage vow on thy youthful lip,

Bid all doubt and sorrow flee.

6.

Bid farewell to doubt and sadness,
You will meet in joy and gladness.

7.

G.-When no sharp sickly pain oppresses,
Nor grief nor accident distresses,
She's proud as Lucifer, nor cares
For friends or their most dear affairs;
But when ill fortune brings her down,
There's not a better soul in town,
None then more worthy you will see,
More generous, candid, frank or free.

L.-That base malignant envy which grows pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail,
Which merit and success pursues with hate,
And damns the worth it cannot imitate.

Churchill.

8.

G.-Graceful and useful all she does,

Blessing and blest where'er she goes.

Cowper.

L-A Statesman, whose clean palm will kiss

No bribe, whate'er it be.

Mrs. E. B. Browning.