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Oh! her smile, it seenis half holy,

As if drawn from thoughts more far

Than our common jestings are ;
And all hearts do pray “God love her !"

Ay, and certes, in.good sooth,
We may all be sure He doth.

E. B. Browning. L.-His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;

His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears pure messengers, sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud as Heaven from earth.



When spring with its buds is here,
The gladdest time in the capricious year,
With its green foliage, and its sunlight clear;

And with a drowsy tune
of the bright leaping waters as they pass
Laughingly on amid the listening grass.

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,

As this bachelor goes to be married.
You'll be married quickly to save your fright,

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,
They'll escort you home from the scene of dread,

Of wine and cake partaking.
Slowly and sadly they'll then go home

And to others tell the story,
How you never more will in freedom roam

Or be found alone in your glory.
L.-Yes, but many a marriage wreath

Has been worn by an aching heart,
As the wild flower blooms in the barren heath
In its lonely beauty apart.


G.-Go get ye wealth, no matter how

No questions asked of the rich, I trow :
Steal by night and steal by day,
Doing it all in a legal way ;
Join the church and never forsake her,
Learn to cant, and insult your

Be ye hypocrite, knave, or fool,
But don't be poor ! remember the rule-

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Dimes and dollars ! Dollars and dimes !
An empty pocket's the worst of crimes.

1.-You ne'er must crouch to those above ;

You ne'er must tread on those below;
Love those—they're worthy of thy love ;
Love these—and thou wilt make them so,


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


square ;
The wants of your nature are cheaply supplied
The rest are but folly and care.
The blessings which nature so kindly has lent
You must justly and gratefully prize;
While sweet meditation and cheerful content
Shall make


both healthful and wise,
In the pleasures the great man's possessions display
Unenvied you'll challenge your part ;
For every fair object your eyes can survey
Will contribute to gladden your heart.



How vainly through infinite trouble and strife
The many their labors employ ;
Since all that is truly delightful in life
Is what all, if they choose, may enjoy.


You think much of friendship-you'll find 'tis a word
Which to speak is but folly—to think is absurd ;
Then bind not yourself in this beautiful chain;
For its links are deception, its gilding is vain.


Dreams are the mirrors of the slumbering mind,
Reflecting images before them cast;
And busy thought will there a picture find
Of times and scenes in the forgotten past.
And visions also of the great “ To be,”
Are sometimes faintly pictured on the glass,
In which the spirit may, foreshadowed, see
Not what hath been—but what will come to pass.
And yours doth signify or grief, or joy,
As your exertions and deserts shall prove,
Worthy the objects that your thoughts employ,
And end in either vanity or love.


G.–That there's folly in all your schemes

For spite of your plotting and wit,
They know there's another hand
That leads you with “bridle and bit."

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L.- That you are one of those beloved ones here,

Whom eyes perchance might slightingly pass o'er,
But whose true wisdom, gentleness and worth,
Unchanging friendship, ever-faithful love,
And countless minor beauties of the mind
Attach our hearts in deep affection stiil.


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,
The fall of kisses on unanswering clay,
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,

Gifts of mercy from above,

Lavished on a human breast,

Striving for an earthly rest;
On a human idol pouring

Treasures from affection's deep;
At a human shrine adoring,

Waking but to writhe and weep:
Heart sore-stricken ! Love Eternal

Woos thee from a heavenly throne ;

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