R. L.-When you're ready, all ready, tis certainly hard That from Hymen's soft bonds you so long are debarred, But the Fates have decreed-though I say it with Like two close stars that mingling shine but one, Whose pleasant pathway lies. 'Neath tender watchful eyes, Whose love shines clearer than the morning sun. L.-Thy life will prove a chequer-board Admixt with care and strife; But not in single blessedness Shall set thy sun of life. 19. Consult your means, avoid the tempter's wiles, R. 20. In matters of conscience be governed by first thoughts, in matters of prudence by last. Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth, Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth, Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune. Labor is rest-from the sorrows that greet us, Rest from world-syrens that lure us to ill. "Labor is worship!"—the robin is singing, Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's heart. Only man in the plan ever shrinks from his part. R. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee, Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. 21. Mrs. Osgood. Though love's warm heart may not be thine, To soothe and bless life's transient hour; 22. G. You dreamed the time already come, But time has powers too, as strange, Will prove your fond dreams more than dreams C. M. M. R. L.-Well can I read thy dreams-thy gentle heart, How vain are all such visions!-couldst thou know, Oh! couldst thou read upon her pride-veiled brow, In humbleness of heart thou wouldst bow down, 23. That you're not so bad as the worst, they agree, 24. G.-Hush! none shall know how dear, How long you loved, nor yet how blindly, Nor yet shall see a single tear, Although she spurned you so unkindly. L.-You're sad—but can give no good reason, R. Your cares would wake no more emotion, That leave scarce a ripple behind. 25. G. P. Morris. G. You are most in danger when love is the tale, Mrs. Osgood. L.-Beware of flattery and flatterers. Guard against confiding in those who lack high moral principle, and lurk in your path only to betray and destroy. 26. Magoon. G.-Oh! happy it were could the deeds that disgraced But this year shall see you, before it is past, L.-This year your life's eventful tide, Its days and months shall silent glide; Your fleeting hours shall henceforth bear, And retrospection's tears. |