Oh! her smile, it seems half holy, And all hearts do pray "God love her!" L. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; 16. Shakspeare. When spring with its buds is here, Of the bright leaping waters as they pass 17. W. H. Burley. G.Not a laugh will be heard, nor a joyous note, As you to the bridal are hurried; Nor a wit will discharge his farewell shot, You'll be married quickly to save your fright, Your friends from the sad sight turning; Q. And they'll sigh as they stand by the lamps' dim light, To think that a bachelor, free and bright, Be caught in the chain that has bound you. Slowly and sadly they'll then go home How you never more will in freedom roam L.-Yes, but many a marriage wreath Has been worn by an aching heart, As the wild flower blooms in the barren heath 18. G-Go get ye wealth, no matter how No questions asked of the rich, I trow: Join the church and never forsake her, But don't be poor! remember the rule .. Dimes and dollars! Dollars and dimes! L.-You ne'er must crouch to those above; 19. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden Like the Heaven above. You no riches must covet, no glory must want, Let ambition be nothing to you; But you one thing must beg of kind nature to grant, A mind independent and true; With passions unruffled, untainted with pride, By reason your life you must square; The wants of your nature are cheaply supplied The blessings which nature so kindly has lent While sweet meditation and cheerful content In the pleasures the great man's possessions display For every fair object your eyes can survey How vainly through infinite trouble and strife Since all that is truly delightful in life Is what all, if they choose, may enjoy. 20. You think much of friendship-you'll find 'tis a word 21. Dreams are the mirrors of the slumbering mind, And busy thought will there a picture find And yours doth signify or grief, or joy, As your exertions and deserts shall prove, 22. schemes G. That there's folly in all your That leads you with "bridle and bit." L.-That you are one of those beloved ones here, 23. Twamley. We may desire some things, yet dread them too, as old age, death, and matrimony. G.- I classed and counted once Earth's lamentable sounds-the well-a-day, The jarring yea and nay, The fall of kisses on unanswering clay, Acton. The sobbed farewell, the greeting mournfuller; But all these accents were Less bitter with the leaven of earth's despair, Than these words "I loved once." E. B. Browning. L.-Wasted founts of deepest love, Treasures from affection's deep; Waking but to writhe and weep: Woos thee from a heavenly throne; |