D.

L.-You must look down, and blush;
You must look up, and sigh;

With a smile on your lip,
And a tear in your eye.

.

G.

18.

May slighted woman turn
And as a vine the oak hath shaken off,
Bend lightly to her leaning trust again?
Oh no! by all her loveliness-by all
That makes life poetry and beauty, no!
Make her a slave; steal from her rosy cheek
By needless jealousies; let the last star
Leave her a watcher by your couch of pain;
Wrong her by petulance, suspicion, all
That makes her cup a bitterness-yet give
One evidence of love, and earth has not
An emblem of devotedness like hers.
But oh! estrange her once-it boots not how-
By wrong, or silence-anything that tells
A change has come upon your tenderness,―
And there is not a feeling out of heaven
Her pride o'ermastereth not.

L.-Believe not the slander, believe not the tale,

Willis.

For the ice of the world hath not frozen his heart,

In his innermost spirit there still is a shrine,

Where thou art remembered all pure as thou art

D.

The dark tide of years, as it bears him along,

Though it sweep away hope, in its turbulent flow, Cannot drown the low voice of love's eloquent song, Nor chill with its waters his faith's early glow.

19.

G.-She is more fond of music, waltz and reel,
Than social duties, or the spinning-wheel.

L.-To every houseless child of want

His door is open still;

And though his portion is but scant,

He gives it with good will.

20.

G-Frank, obedient, waiting still
On the turnings of your will.

Goldsmith.

Mrs. E. B. Browning.

L. His manly heart hath hidden wells,
O'erflowing with transparent streams,
Of every noble grace that dwells

E'en in a seraph's sweetest dreams;
And ever does their sheeny wave
Alike for saint and sinner flow,

For rich and poor, for lord and slave,

And all do bless him here below.

21.

Not having had trouble enough, matrimony must even be tried.

D.

A knight and a lady once met in a grove,
While each was in quest of a fugitive love;
A river ran mournfully murmuring by,
And they wept in its waters for sympathy.

“Oh, never was knight such a sorrow that bore;"
"Oh, never was maid so deserted before."
"From life and its woes let us instantly fly,
And jump in together for sympathy!"

At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear-
"The weather is cold for a watery bier;

When the summer returns we may easily die,

Till then let us sorrow in sympathy."

Reginald Heber.

22.

G-Maidens, in modesty, say No to that

Which they would have the profferers construe Aye.

L. He thinks he loves you very much,

The idol of his soul.

Shakspeare.

He thinks your father's fortune large,
And that you'll get the whole.

He thought to-night he would propose,
And thus end all his pain;

But then it grew so very dark,

It looked too much like rain;

And so he did not come to-night,
To-morrow eve will do;

D.

But as he has cigars on hand,
He's smoking one or two.

23.

G. Her passion is no sunborn flower, a moment steals to

light;

Then wastes its bloom in one brief day, and withers in a

night,

But like the tree that lifts its head amid the northern

snows,

And steadfast weathers every breeze, and every blast that blows.

L.-He will love thee no more, 'tis a waste of the heart,
This lavish of feeling-a prodigal's part;

And he who the world will thus barter for one,
I ween by such traffic must soon be undone;
He will love thee no more, for no love is without
Its limit in measure, and his has run out;
You engross it all now, and till some you restore
Of that which you have, how can he love more?
G. P. Morris.

24.

Oh, how impatience gains upon the soul

When the long promised hour of joy draws near! How slow the tardy moments seem to roll!

What spectres rise of inconsistent fear!

Mrs. Tighe.

D.

25.

G. Her graceful wit-but 'tis enwrought
Ever with kindliness of thought.

Campbell.

L. He is strangely bewitched by that sort of renown Which consists in becoming "the talk of the town," And to hear from the gazing and mouth-open throng, The dear words, "that's he," as he trudges along; While beauty, all anxious, stands on her tip-toes, Leans on her beau's shoulder, and lisps " There he goes!"

26.

G. Her occupation shall principally consist in making herself more agreeable to others than to her companion.

L.-Lured by its charms he sits and learns to trace
The midnight wanderings of the orbs of space;
Boldly he knocks at wisdom's inmost gate,
With nature counsels, and communes with fate.

Sprague.