scious you do not possess; and that you are like the poor and vain man, who places strong padlocks on his trunks, so that the visitor may suppose they contain valuable articles, though he knows himself they are quite empty.

9.

G.-You are in love ! 'Tis proved by fifty thirgs,

And first and foremost, you deny it, sir,

A certain sign; and other things betray,
As dullness, moodiness, moroseness, shyness,
A lover is the dullest thing on earth,
I'd stake my credit on this single fact;
Who but a lover-or his antipodes,
A wise man-ever found out that the use

Of his tongue was to hold it? You're in love ! L.-Thy heart, wrung by sorrow, and outraged by those it has loved, is perishing beneath the torture, or as a resource, will petrify beneath the dripping well of life !

Mrs. Ellis.

10.

G.-Be not too ready to condemn

The
wrongs thy brothers

may

have done;
Ere ye too harshly censure them
For buman faults, ask—“Have I none ?”

Eliza Cook.

L.-Life's sunniest hours are not without

The shadow of some lingering doubt;

Amid its brightest joys will steal
pectres of evil yet to feel-

Its warmest love is blent with fears,
Its confidence a trembling one,

Its smile—the harbinger of tears,
Its hope—the change of April's sun!
A weary lot-in mercy given
To fit the chastened soul for heaven.

Whittier.

11.

Unutterable happiness—which love
Alone bestows, and on a favored few.

12.

This shall be granted—that your means shall lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high;
Some honor

you

shall have,
Not from great deeds--but good alone;
The unknown are better than ill known;
Rumor can ope

the

grave; Acquaintance you shall have, such as depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends.

Cowley.

13.

'Tis not in mortals to command success;
But all may do what's better-may deserve it!

Addison. C.

Ever constant, ever true,

Let the word be, No surrender;
Boldly dare, and greatly do;
This shall bring you bravely through ;

No surrender, no surrender!
Though the skies be overcast,
And upon the sleety blast,
Disappointments gather fast,

Beat them off with, No surrender!

Constant and courageous still,

Mind, the word is, No surrender!
Battle, though it be up-bill;
Stagger not at seeming ill,

No surrender, no surrender!
Hope-and thus your hope fulfill-
There's a way where there's a will,
And the way all cares to kill

Is to give them-No surrender !

Tupper.

14.

Let not one look of Fortune cast you down;
She were not Fortune if she did not frown;
Such as do braveliest bear her scorns awhile,
Are those on whom at last she most will smile.

Lord Orrery.

15.

G.--You'll meet her at a country ball ;

There where the sound of flute and fiddle

Gives signal sweet through the old hall
Of“ hands across,” and “ down the middle."

Praed.

L.-Nothing is so easy for a lady as to introduce herself —but recollect that nothing is more difficult than to do it gracefully, and without offending the rules of modesty and propriety.

D. M. A.

16.

G.-If you would wish to shine in the “ beau monde"

And gain the good opinion of the fair,
No conjuration in this world is found

So good as flattery's enticing air;
I've seen it often tried, and never yet
Have seen it fail to catch them in the net.

L-Try flattery-few men can stand the proof,
If properly applied, and strong enough.

D. M. A.

17.

G. -I think there is a rival in the case,

A very rich, and very stupid fellow.

Sargent

L.-The bee thro' many a garden roves,

And hums the lay of courtship o'er,
But, when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles there, and sings no more.

Moore

C.

18.

6.-She loves the invisible lutes of the air,

The chords that vibrate to the hands of the fair,
Where minstrelsy brightens the midnight of care,

And steals to the heart like a dove;
But even in melody there is a choice,
And though she in all its sweet forms may rejoice,
There's none thrills her soul like the tones of the voice

When breathed by the one she doth love.

L.--He longs not for the cherries on the trees,

So much as those which on a lip he sees;
And more affection bears he to the rose
That in a cheek than in a garden grows.

Randolph.

19.

'Twill range and ramble wherever it will,
And as it lists, be fierce or still-
Gentle and mild with the morning light,
Yet growl like a fettered fiend ere night;
'Twill love, and cherish, and bless to-day
What to-morrow it ruthlessly rends away.

Willis.