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L.--He's one of those to whom we bring
Delighted heart and soul,
The centre of the whole.
G.–They are not beauty—'tis a gleam
That tints the morning sky;
That glides unheeded by ;
Candor with prudence blended,
With charity attended. . L.—He thinks that happy is the man who has a little home and a little angel in it, on a Saturday night. A house, no matter how little, provided it will hold two or so—no matter how furnished, provided there is hope in it;-let the winds blow-close the curtains !
What if they are calico, or plain, without a border or tassel, or any such thing! Let the rain come down !-heap up the fire, and the darkness and gloom are all without. Then wheel the sofa round; no matter if the sofa is a settee, uncushioned at that; it is long enough for two, or say two or so; then with two or so in it, by the beautiful light the glowing coals make, reddening, clouding, shedding sunset radiance through the little room; just enough to talk by; not loud as in the highways; not rapid, as in the hurrying world--but softly, slowly, whisperingly, with pauses between for the storm without, and the thoughts within to
fill up. Under such circumstances, and at such a time, one can get at least sixty nine and a half statute miles nearer“ perfect bliss” than from any other. point in this world, laid down in the geographies.
Maybe you smile at this picture; but it is a copy of a picture, rudely drawn, but true as life, of an original in every human heart.
G.—Ah, soon thine own confest, ecstatic thought!
That band shall strew thy summer path with flowers ;
He has so fixed his heart upon you,
From what it ought to be.
Each little thought of thee.
The sea be robbed of their waves.
The night want shade, and dead men graves,
First, direful Hate shall turn to peace,
And Love relent in deep disdain,
Dr. T. Lodge. 1590.
And pleasures gaily shone around you,
In which young Love then smiling bound you.
United, through your smiling bowers,
Renewing former blissful hours.
G.-She is so curious, she would like to turn the rain. bow over to see what is on the other side.
L.-To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel,
When gain or self demands, a bigot's zeal ;
G.–To stir the pudding shall demand her care,
To spread the table, and the bowls prepare,
L.-At the wondrous daguerrian art,
Sweet girl, you will own he is clever,
He has printed his image forever.
For gold and lands
you know You've waited many a year, And many, many more,
You'll have to wait I fear.
(7.-Oh, she is a lovely lass,
As ever man did woo;
all eyes on earth surpass,
They'll kill and cure you too.
His mind imbued with bright unwavering truth,
G.-A maiden beautiful as light
'Twill be thy lot to wed,
With a rich fortune which shall pour
Its fullness on thy head.
When anguish wrings thy heart
Soothe sorrow's keenest dart.
L.-Canst tell what maidens long for most ?
You know— tis love and marriage!
A servant and a carriage.
'Tis easy if you strive to keep
Each passion under strict control,
Into the garden of the soul;
And each inordinate desire,
And speak and act as they require.
Act with stern truth, large faith, and loving will
G.*_Happy that man may pass
his life, Who is directed by a wife;
* By reading every alternate line, the reverse sentiment will be found.