To a Lady, on Receiving from her a Sprig of Myrtle To a Young Lady on her Birthday To Catharine of Braganza on her Twenty-fifth Birth To my Betrothed To my Daughter on being Separated from her on her To my Daughter on her Ninth Birthday Mrs. Hunter Hood To my Eldest Brother on his Twenty-first Birthday To my Father To my Grandfather To my Niece, Mary Campbell To my Wife Το PAGE Dr. Johnson Dr. Johnson Mary Lundy Duncan Cowper on her Thirteenth Birthday To the Infant Princess Royal To the King on his Birthday (1632) True Love Improves in Age True Love Indestructible True Love never Grows Old Twentieth Birthday, The Twenty-two Campbell 207 Verses to his Wife, by Haynes Bayley Verses to Maria Verses written in Captivity by Edward II. and Mary Queen of Scots Victoria, To Queen 85 131 Leigh Hunt 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 " 212 White, Kirke 62 Wife and Children in Middle Life, A Matthew Arnold 114 Wren, Sir Christopher, Death of, at Ninety-one. ACROSTIC AND SONNET To Her Majesty the Queen, ON HER 47TH BIRTHDAY, MAY 24, 1866. 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: All thy good deeds—and sure they know them well: won! MARY BENNETT. PART I. BIRTHDAYS OF EARLY LIFE. 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, Nearer I seem to God when looking on thee. ALEXANDER SMITH. 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— |