E. L.-The feeling of sadness and longing, As the mist resembles rain, Longfellow. 12. G. You are not in danger of doing a wise thing; less of doing a cunning thing; and least of all of doing a generous thing. L.-You think it very nice, indeed, To have a gay flirtation; But oh, beware! it often brings An old maid's chilly station. 13. There are some evils so frightful, and some misfortunes so terrible, that we dare not think of them; the very prospect makes us tremble;—but if they chance to fall on us, we find more relief than we could imagine; we arm ourselves against fortune that is perverse, and do better than we hoped for. 14. A country life, without the strife E. And when you die, you then shall lie While flowers shall bloom around your tomb, 15. Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, What matters it?- -a few years more In that far land shall disappear Yet, if the spirit, gazing through Congreve. If through the wreck of wasted powers, The eye can note one sacred spot, Better than Glory's pomp will be 16. J. G. Whittier. Perhaps it may-but in that wish you'll find 17. Go, gather a wreath from the garden bowers, Percival. 18. G.-She's thinking now that at the time For sale,-the sweetest love-so rich, So tasteful-so unique; The workmanship was quite superb, The gold most fine, and pure,— E.. You'll purchase the exquisite thing? Grace Greenwood. L.-Die of a broken heart-on paper! P. J. Bailey. 19. G.-Rememberest thou a little word, G.-You stand beside her when she sings And whisper in love's thrilling tones Some answering love to see In vain! you there can only read You little know what thoughts awake With every gentle word; Y. G. P. How by your looks and tones the founts E. The visions of her youth return, Joys far too bright to last; And while you speak of future bliss, Like lamps in eastern sepulchres— And as those lamps, if brought once more To upper air, grow dim, So her soul's love is cold and dead, Unless it glow for him. Mrs. Embury. L.-Cold he is not-though brighter eyes May beam with sparkling fire; He'll not forget thee, though fair forms May cause him to admire; Within his bosom beats a heart From sin and folly free, And in the bloom of youthful hope, Most fond of pleasure-whose delusive powers Oft steal the heart from wisdom's brightest hours. 21. G.-Sweet promptings unto kindly deeds Are in her very look; |