THE MAIDEN'S CHOICE. GENTEEL in personage, Conduct and equipage; Noble by heritage, Generous and free; Brave, not romantic; Learned, not pedantic; Frolic, not frantic: This must he be. Honor maintaining, Still entertaining, Engaging and new; Neat, but not finical; Sage, but not cynical; Never tyrannical, But ever true. ANONYMOUS. I'M GROWING OLD. My days pass pleasantly away, My nights are blest with sweetest sleep; I feel no symptoms of decay, I have no cause to mourn nor weep; My foes are impotent and shy, My friends are neither false nor cold; And yet, of late, I often sigh: "I'm growing old." My growing talk of olden times, I'm growing fonder of my staff, I'M GROWING OLD. I see it in my changing taste, Ah me! my very laurels breathe Thanks for the years whose rapid flight That tint the darkness of their wings: JOHN GODFREY SAXE. DINNA ASK ME. O! DINNA ask me gin I lo'e Troth, I daurna tell! Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye; Ask it o' yoursel“. O, dinna look sae sair at me, O, gin ye look sae sair at me, ye: When ye gang to yon braw braw town, And bonnier lassies see, O, dinna, Jamie, look at them, Lest should mind na me. ye For I could never bide the lass That ye'd lo'e mair than me; And O, I'm sure my heart wad break, DUNLOP. |