"Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that hast survived the fall! Though few now taste thee, unimpaired and pure, Or, tasting, long enjoy thee, too infirm Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitters, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup."-Cowper. "It is fit that I should infuse a bunch of myrrh into the festival goblet, and, after New York CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1886 |