L

A.

He never felt,

That summer fly that flits so gaily round thee-
He never felt one moment what one feels
With such a silent tenderness, and keeps
So closely in his heart.

:

Percival.

Willis.

20.

G. She loves thee not--she would sooner bind
Her thoughts to the open sky;

She would worship as soon a familiar star,
That is bright to every eye;

"Twere to love the wind that is sweet to all,
The waves of the beautiful sea,

"Twere to hope for all the light of heaven,

To hope for love from thee.

L.-Changing ever, who can dare
Trust his feelings to thy care?
Smiling now, and now so vexed,
Who knows what to look for next?
Who could love thee if they would?
Or would love thee if they could ?
Only agony and fear,

First a smile and then a tear,
Could attend a true devotion

To a heart of such commotion.

A.

21.

G.-Thou wilt meet no more in the lighted halls
Amid happy faces and gay young hearts,
Thou wilt listen in vain as each footstep falls,
Thou wilt watch in vain as each form departs,
There are loving voices, but one dear tone
Its cheerful greeting hath ceased to pour,
Her form from the dancing train is gone,

L.

Thou wilt meet no more-thou wilt meet no more.
Mrs. Norton.

As thinks the mariner of home

When doomed o'er many a dreary waste

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Of waters yet to roam,

Thus shall his spirit turn to thee,

His guiding star o'er life's wild sea.

Mrs. Embury.

22.

G.-Some women deify a friend,

Some grovel at the shrine of pelf;
A few to Heaven in worship bend,
Her idol is-her own sweet self.

Mrs. Osgood.

L.-His ruling passion is self-love;
For all his life has gone to prove
The idol "self" is prized above
The worth of any other;

He says,

"Be self my greatest care, From all reproach the darling spare,"

And

every blame that he should bear
He'll put upon another.

Mrs. Sigourney.

23.

G. She'll daily make it her concern
To milk the bonny cow;

To set the milk-the butter churn-

A blessing she, I trow.

D. M. A.

L.--A farmer, who'll go where the forests receding,
Invite the adventurous axe-man along,

And there in the groves where the wild deer are
feeding

He blithely will carol his earliest song.

24.

Beauty without vanity, wealth without pride, learning without affectation, and gentleness without weakness.

Oh! never kneel at a gilded shrine

To worship the idol, gold,

Oh! never fetter that heart of thine

As a thing for fortune sold;

Acton.

A.

But bow to the light that God has given,
The noble light of mind;

The only light, save that of Heaven,
That should free-will homage find.

Mrs. L. P.

Smith.

25.

G. She is a poor, forlorn "old maid,"
Whose charms have long ere this decayed;
Whole years in solitude she's sat

Forgot by all except her cat.

L. He is the veriest wretch forlorn,

That e'er was wounded by love's scorn;

And naught but loneliness of life,

Could force him now to take a wife.

26.

When bitter waters from sweet fountains flow,
And sour crab-apples on the fig-tree grow.

D. M. A.

B.

1.

G.-You think a gay old bachelor
Must lead a happy life;

But ere a year has passed away,
You'll claim a loving wife.

L.-On the road of single blessedness
Not many months have you to pass.

2.

G.-You think an angel none too good,

To make a match for

you;

Therefore I fear ere you will wed,
Life's journey will be through.

L.-A shaggy, snarling poodle-dog,
A kitten and canary

Must form your joys of spinsterhood-
For you will never marry.

3.

Trust him little, who doth raise

To the same height both great and small, And sets the sacred crown of praise,

Smiling, on the head of all.

Trust him less, who looks around

To censure all with scornful eyes,
And in everything has found

Something which he dare despise.