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Oh! her smile, it seenis half holy,
As if drawn from thoughts more far
Than our common jestings are ;
Ay, and certes, in.good sooth,
E. B. Browning. L.-His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
When spring with its buds is here,
And with a drowsy tune
W. H. Burley.
G.--Not a laugh will be heard, nor a joyous note,
As you to the bridal are hurried ;
As this bachelor goes to be married.
Your friends from the sad sight turning;
And they'll sigh as they stand by the lamps' dim light,
To think you're not more discerning. To think that a bachelor, free and bright,
And shy of the sex as they've found you Should there at last, in example's spite,
Be caught in the chain that has bound you. When the few short words that wed, are said,
Though your heart will be awfully quaking,
Of wine and cake partaking.
And to others tell the story,
Or be found alone in your glory.
Has been worn by an aching heart,
G.-Go get ye wealth, no matter how
No questions asked of the rich, I trow :
Dimes and dollars ! Dollars and dimes !
1.-You ne'er must crouch to those above ;
You ne'er must tread on those below;
Little deeds of kindness,
You no riches must covet, no glory must want,
both healthful and wise,
How vainly through infinite trouble and strife
You think much of friendship-you'll find 'tis a word
Dreams are the mirrors of the slumbering mind,
G.–That there's folly in all your schemes
For spite of your plotting and wit,
L.- That you are one of those beloved ones here,
Whom eyes perchance might slightingly pass o'er,
23. We may desire some things, yet dread them too, as old age, death, and matrimony.
Acton. G.- I classed and counted once
Earth's lamentable sounds—the well-a-day,
The jarring yea and nay,
But all these accents were
E. B. Browning.
Gifts of mercy from above,
Lavished on a human breast,
Striving for an earthly rest;
Treasures from affection's deep;
Waking but to writhe and weep:
Woos thee from a heavenly throne ;