N. Unless it is to thee; her lonely hours Are spent in shaping forth your future lives, Thou art the star round which her thoughts revolve L. Miss Landon. He loves thee; and he feels Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright Shelley. 8. G.-Though father and mother Forbid her thy sight, Though sister and brother Against thee unite, Though all that surround you To part you essay, L. He'll make a pastime of each weary step 9. Shakspears. G. In curious paintings she's exceeding nice, Bramston. N. L.-Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun, Goldsmith. 10. G. To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page; Well-ordered home your best delight to make; L.-A sculptor, born to elevate his art, Thomson. And loving it with fervor, such as burned 11. G.-Jewels, and hanging silks, and piled up plate And art and nature in divinest works Tupper. L-Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, Pope. N. 12. G.-Thou know'st she's not so beautiful But ah! her heart, so dutiful, L.-A man so various that he seems to be 13. Spectator. G. When you would give all wordly plagues a name Has that poor wretch to come that married yesterday. L.-Take thus much of my cousel, marry not Otway. In haste, for she that takes the best of husbands Are like to painted fruit which promise much Cupid's Whirligig. N. 14. G.-The duties of a wedded life Hath Heaven ordained for thee. Southey. L.-Married! no, faith! husbands are like lots Marston. 15. Of plain sound sense life's current coin is made, 16. Young. So act through life that at its closing scene From the fen of pride and doubt; Walling straightened souls about; Anchor in no stagnant shallow Trust the wide and wond'rous sea, There, perchance, oh, young Columbus, N. Love all things that God created, your Make brother's need your care; But where love is, they are there; Thus my brother, grow and flourish, L.-Oh, thou child of many prayers! C. G. Duffy. Life hath quicksands-life hath snares! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows |