sleep in fact, I never heard any music worth listening to, except in Italy. Lady Gay. No? Then you never heard a well-trained English pack in full cry? Sir H. Full cry! scent. Lady Gay. Ay! there is harmony if you will. Give me the trumpet neigh; the spotted pack just catching What a chorus is their yelp! The view-halloo, blent with a peal of free and fearless mirth! That's our old English music-match it where you can. Time then appears as young as love, and plumes as swift a wing. Away we go! The earth flies back to aid our course. Horse, man, hound, earth, heaven!-all-all-one piece of glowing ecstasy! Then I love the world, myself, and every living thing-my jocund soul cries out for very glee, as it could wish that all creation had but one mouth that I might kiss it! FLIRTATION. As I strolled on the beach with the fair Isabella We were friends of long standing, I'd known her a weekWas it love or the shade of her gorgeous umbrella That fluttered in crimson across her soft cheek? Hope tugged at my heartstrings and made me audacious, So I set me to wooing, both blithely and bravely, When she stopped me. "I'm sorry," she murmured, discreetly, "But you see-I'm engaged!"-and pretended to sigh; While a swift recollection upset me completely "Great Cæsar!" I gasped, "I forgot. So am I." THE BATTLE OF INKERMAN.-GEORGE W. BUNGAY. "Forward!" the brave old captain said; Then through rough storms of fire and lead Swiftly the currents foam and swell; Of the dead soldier, stained and wan. The strong battalions falter, wheel, Thunders the last loud cannon's peal O'er the slaughtered steed and lifeless man! Brave hearts that ne'er shall beat again, Sleep on the far Crimean plain, Whose rivulets once wore the stain Of the battle of Inkerman! Long will the blood-stained laurels won So long ago, and of its plan. When rolls were called, none made reply THE SNOW.-WILLIAM WHITEHEAD. Written Expressly for this Collection. The snow, the snow, downy and bright, Spirit that wildly through air dost rove, Comes the beautiful snow; The snow, the snow,-terrible, brave, It bloweth a keen and chilling breath, Whirls the terrible snow; Reckless of prayer, or sigh, or moan, The storm has hushed its wild unrest; And the moon is up with her halcyon night, Light, light, light, light, Rests the beautiful snow; Over the hills in the silent night Spreads the beautiful snow. Oh! there are vales in the summer eves Blest with their flowery dyes, Where languishing moonbeams woo the trees But as I wander the forest glades, Still, still, still, still, Shall come where the hyacinths blow The time is coming when I shall greet I'm a child of hers, and a welcome guest And where I lie may memories rest Deep in the valley below, I'll lay me where the flowerets sleep TO MY LOVE.-W. A. EATON. Oh, blushing, youthful maiden, I love to hear your sweet voice, Those eyes, so soft and tender, (I don't want to offend her, But, oh my! don't she squint!) Those curls so gaily sporting Upon the summer wind; (Two little wisps, like corkscrews, And a great pad behind!) Those feet, just like a fairy's, Admired by every one; (The worms know when she's coming, So beautiful and white; She takes them out at night.) Those lips, as red as cherries- WHAT A THIRTY-TON HAMMER CAN DO. "I have been told," said Mr. Dubious, watching the great steam hammer in the rolling mill, "that a good hammer-man can break the crystal of a watch with that thirty-ton hammer." "Yes, sir," said the hammer-man, "it can be done." "I should like to see it," said Mr. Dubious, eagerly, feeling in his watch-pocket. "I can do it, sir," replied the man. "And will you?" replied Mr. Dubious, drawing out his watch, "come, I am anxious to see it tried." He laid his watch on the great anvil plate. The hammer rose up to its full height, and the next instant all its ponderous weight, with a crushing force that shook the ground for an acre around, came down on the watch. "There," said the hammer-man, quietly, "if you don't believe that crystal is broken, just stoop down and you can see it sticking to the hammer." Mr. Dubious swallowed a whole procession of lumps and gasps before he could speak. "But I forgot to say," he exclaimed, "that it was to break the crystal without. injuring the watch." "Oh, yes," said the hammer-man, "yes, I know, I have heard that rubbish myself, but it's all gammon. I don't believe it can be done. But you can break the crystal every time." |