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To a Lady, on Receiving from her a Sprig of Myrtle

Dr. Johnson 80 To a Virtuous Young Lady

Milton 71 To a Young Lady on her Birthday

Dr. Johnson 79 To Catharine of Braganza on her Twenty-fifth Birthday

Waller 127 To Julia on her Birthday

Moore 81 To Miss C., on her Birthday

Cowper 71 To my Betrothed

Mary Lundy Duncan 84 To my Daughter on being Separated from her on her Marriage

Mrs. Hunter 108 To my Daughter on her Ninth Birthday

Hood 66 To my Eldest Brother on his Twenty-first Birthday

Mrs. Hemans 75 To my Father

Milton 182 To my Grandfather

Browne Willis 231 To my Niece, Mary Campbell

Campbell 207 To my Wife

Hood To - on her Thirteenth Birthday Miss Landon 68 To the Infant Princess Royal

Leigh Hunt

50 To the King on his Birthday (1632) Ben Jonson 125 Trimmer, Mrs., Death of True Love Improves in Age

Butler 181 True Love Indestructible

Southey 113 True Love never Grows Old

Campbell 181 Twentieth Birthday, The

Mrs. Browning 69 Twenty-two


99 Verses to his Wife, by Haynes Bayley Verses to Maria

Cowper 85 Verses written in Captivity by Edward li. and Mary Queen of Scots

131 Victoria, To Queen

Leigh Huni 129 We live in Deeds, not Years

143 Wedding Moon, The Wellington's Death March

W.C. Bennett 232 Wesley on the Author of “Hudibras" White, Kirke.

62 Wife and Children in Middie Life, A Matthew Arnold 114 Wisdom of Cheerfulness

Dunbar 107 Wordsworth, Death of, at Eighty

Horne 221 Wren, Sir Christopher, Death of, at Ninety-one . 237


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227 Work in the Night



To Her Majesty the Queen,


QUEEN of our hearts as of our lands, thou knowest
Upon what stubborn soil thy seal is set.
England loves thee for all the good thou showest:
Exalted evil she ne'er worshipp'd yet,
No crowned selfishness her love may get.

VICTORIA, a nobler power is thine,
In purest, tenderest womanhood ensphered :
Centre of all the nation holds endear'd,
Thou, and thy unforgotten love benign.
Over these isles thy name is as a spell
Ringing to every clime below the sun;

every home the people love to tell All thy good deeds—and sure they know them well: First of thy name, thou hast for it undying honour won !


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BIRTHDAYS! A magical sound for the young and happy. At that sound their eyes sparkle with anticipations of delight; their cheeks "kindle into warmer, lovelier life; and their feet are ready to bound from the earth in a thousand light and airy motions of fantastic grace.

Charles Lamb, in one of his admirable essays, regrets that “in the gradual desuetude of old observances, this custom of solemnizing our proper birthday hath nearly passed away, or is left to children, who reflect nothing at all about the matter, nor understand anything beyond the cake and the orange."

There is just matter for regret that birthday observances are not kept up among us with more earnestness, if only for the sake of the children, who still represent to us all that is pure, fresh, bright, loving and lovely—“ for of such is the kingdom of Heaven," -and who, I think, with all respect for Elia, do understand something of birthdays beyond the cake and the orange; they do understand on these occasions something of the importance of their own existence, though they cannot enter into its mysteries; something of the sweetness and preciousness of the love of the family; something, too, of the progress of time towards eternity, and perhaps much more than we can know, for childhood itself is a mystery.

CHILDHOOD. O thou bright thing, fresh from the hand of God, The motions of thy dancing limbs are swayed By the unceasing music of thy being ! Nearer I seem to God when looking on thee. 'Tis ages

since He made His youngest star, His hand was on thee as 'twere yesterday, Thou later revelation! Silver stream, Breaking with laughter from the lake divine, Whence all things flow. O bright and singing babe, What wilt thou be hereafter?


That is the question which makes the birthdays of childhood so touching to those who look on the bright groups gathered under the evening lamps, dressed like so many fairies, and bubbling over with innocent mirth. Hope and Fear alike suggest the solemn thought, What will these be hereafter ?

No doubt the cake and the orange are the chief things to be considered in childhood's birthdays; and plentifully they should be provided, too, with all the exhilarating accessories; for children are, one and all, of the mind of Mendelssohn, the great musician, who did not like “a half-and-half celebration."

It is true that

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