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An' she'll live as she is, an' she'll die as she is,
L.-He's lo'ed thee o'er truly to seek a new dearie,
He's lo'ed thee o'er fondly through life e'er to weary,
G.-Her heart is a music-box, dearest,
With exquisite tunes at command,
If tried by a delicate hand;
At a single rude touch it would break,
Its fairy-like whispers to wake!
That you fancy all others above,
“I love !"
L.-Forever thine, whate'er his heart betide,
Forever thine, where'er his lot be cast,
Shall leave thee love till life itself be past.
Forever thine !-mid fashion's heartless throng
In courtly bowers—at folly's gilded shrine,
A. A. Watts.
All will be well, Much happiness will be thy portion yet. Love will be with thee, breathing his native air, And peace around thee through the power of Love.
G.--Your fair will be a preacher,
Inspired when she is vexed!
will be the text!
And pay them all in kind,
The faults she cannot find. Ebenezer Elliot
L. When he at table takes his place,
Whatever be the meat,
If so disposed, will eat.
He ever will complain ;
Faults be will find-or feign ;
Let it be flesh, or fowl or fish,
It never shall be said
With wife or servant maid.
He heartily will weep
He cannot scold—and sleep!
And much abate his sorrow;
Andrew Simpson. 1690
G.–The poets tell of Eastern pearls,
Of Brazil's diamond mine,
In greater splendor shine.
As round the spindles whirl,
D. Cooper Vail. L.-Who's born for sloth ? To some we find
The ploughshare's annual toil assigned;
G.-Alas! that Dame Fortune, who
The gifts which are hers to scatter,
By far the best of the matter-
Dodge's Lit. Museum.
L:-Oh, sweetly is bedecked your bower,
And gorgeously your halls ;
And there on velvet falls ;
The vase, the painting warm,
Revealing the fair form;
With odors sweet and strange,
Mid ocean wonders range,
In classic beauty rife,
Are laid upon your household shrine,
G.-Don't search for " an angel ” a minute ;
For granting you win in the sequel,
With a union so very unequal!
In this world are rather uncommon,
You'd be better content with a woman;
A beautiful azure-eyed elf,
L.--His eyes they are dark, sharp, piercing and keen,
His appearance is neither too fat, nor too lean;
G.–When September's golden day,
Serenely still, intensely bright,