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L.-Men are machines : with all their boasted freedom,
Their movements turn upon some favorite passion ;
G.-Philosophers their pains may spare
Perpetual motion where to find,
'Tis in a woman's fickle mind.
L.—He hates to be spoken to ever,
He hates to be noticed at all ;
Is the state of—a stone in the wall.
6.-Most fond of teasing others-always teased, Whose only pleasure is—to be displeased.
Finds naught to please, or to exalt--
G.-Over her features steal, serenely mild,
The trembling sanctity of woman's truth,
Her modesty, and simpleness, and grace;
Amid the trial-hour of fear or ruth,
Mrs. Sigourney. L.-Open, without levity; generous, without waste, secret, without craft; humble, without meanness; bold, without insolence; cautious, without anxiety; regular, yet not formal; mild, yet not timid; firm, yet not tyrannical ;and is made to pass safely the ordeal of honor, friendship, and virtue.
G.–That you may ever, side by side,
From happy hours to happier glide,
hours that vanish o'er you
That hope shall shed on scenes before you.
To make that sweet which seemeth small;
And every mind hath care for all.
Of pleasures, free from vain expense ;
Nor wise denials give offence. C. Swain.
G.-It now has come into her head
That she must grow discreet and sage,
a certain age;"
To nail decisive on the spot,
Whether he's just her choice or not.
L.-He never drew a radiant scene
But thou mad'st all its happiness,
Hadst thou not promised it to bless ;
Within his breast, as in a shrine,
With faith that never knew decline.
G.–She said she would love thee,
In want, and in wealth,
In sickness, in health;
When thy spirit is weak?
L.He loves thee not. He knows deceit
And guile are in thy heart,
Are tricks of woman's art:
One offering on thy shrine;
As though thou wert divine.
Though oceans may sunder
Oỉ mountains may close,
The path to oppose,
Love will find out the way.
G.-It is not her folly—that might be amusing;
Nor homeliness—this is of no one's own choosing ;
L.-He is so fond of contradicting that he will open the window at midnight to dispute the watchman, who is calling the hour.
G.She does those little kindnesses
Which most leave undono, or despise,
J. R. Lowell.
L -A reverend reader of the text divine,
God's sacred messenger, man's earthly guide,
R. M. Charlton.
Two geese, five chickens, and but little gold,
G.–With her mien she enamors the brave;
With her wit she engages the free;
In the street even, smileth stilly,
And if any painter drew her
He would paint her unaware,