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With no one has her secret food,

To know the pain that weight upon her,
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" You are old, Father William," the young man | O'er beauty's face, seeming to hide, cried,

More sweetly shows the blushing bride And life must be hastening away ;

A soul whose intellectual beams
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death; No mists do mask, no lazy streams -
Now tell me the reason, I pray.”

A happy soul, that all the way

To heaven hath a summer's day ? “I am cheerful, young man,” Father William Wouldst see a man whose well-warmed blood replied;

Bathes him in a genuine flood ? —
“Let the cause thy attention engage ; A man whose tuned humors be
In the days of my youth I remembered my God! A seat of rarest harmony ?
And he hath not forgotten my age.”

Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
ROBERT SOUTHEY.

Age? Wouldst see December smile ?
Wouldst see nest of new roses grow

In a bed of reverend snow ?
OLD AGE OF TEMPERANCE.

Warm thoughts, free spirits flattering
FROM “AS YOU LIKE IT,” ACT II. SC. 2. Winter's self into a spring ? —

In sum, wouldst see a man that can
ADAM. Let me be your servant;

Live to be old, and still a man ? Though I look old, yet am I strong and lusty :

Whose latest and most leadened hours For in my youth I never did apply

Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers ; Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

And when life's sweet fable ends, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo

Soul and body part like friends -The means of weakness and debility.

No quarrels, murmurs, no delay Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

A kiss, a sigh, and so away? Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ;

This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see? I'll do the service of a younger man

Hark, hither! and thyself be he! In all your business and necessities.

RICHARD CRASHAW.

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SHAKESPEARE,

GO, FEEL WHAT I HAVE FELT.

TEMPERANCE, OR THE CHEAP

PHYSICIAN.
Go now! and with some daring drug
Bait thy disease ; and, whilst they tug,
Thou, to maintain their precious strife,
Spend the dear treasures of thy life.
Go ! take physic-dote upon
Some big-named composition,
The oraculous doctor's mystic bills -
Certain hard words made into pills;
And what at last shalt gain by these ?
Only a costlier disease.
That which makes us have no need
Of physic, that's physic indeed.
Hark, hither, reader! wilt thou see
Nature her own physician be ?
Wilt see a man all his own wealth,
His own music, his own health —
A man whose sober soul can tell
How to wear her garments well —
Her garments that upon her sit
As garnents should do, close and fit--
A well-clothed soul that's not oppressed
Nor choked with what she should be dressed -
A soul sheathed in a crystal shrine,
Through which all her bright features shine :
As when a piece of wanton lawn,
A thin aerial veil, is drawn

[By a young lady, who was told that she was a monomaniac in her hatred of alcoholic liquors.]

Go, feel what I have felt,

Go, bear what I have borne ;
Sink ’neath a blow a father dealt,

And the cold, proud world's scorn :
Thus struggle on from year to year,
Thy sole relief the scalding tear.

Go, weep as I have wept

O'er a loved father's fall;
See every cherished promise swept,

Youth's sweetness turned to gall;
Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way
That led me up to woman's day.

Go, kneel as I have knelt;

Implore, beseech, and pray,
Strive the besotted heart to melt,

The downward course to stay;
Be cast with bitter curse aside, -
Thy prayers burlesqued, thy tears defied.

Go, stand where I have stood,

And see the strong inan bow ;
With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood,

And cold and livid brow;
Go, catch his wandering glance, and see
| There mirrored his soul's misery.

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