ous pearl"
"Grave things may all be punn'd on!"--
"The Whigs, thank God, are"--"out of curl!"--
"Her age is"--"four by London!"

Thus run the giddy hours away,
Till morning's light is beaming,
And we must go to dream by day
All we to-night are dreaming;
To smile and sigh, to love and change--
Oh! in our heart's recesses,
We dress in fancies quite as strange
As these our fancy-dresses.

_New Monthly Magazine_.

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THE GATHERER.

A snapper up of unconsidered trifles
SHAKSPEARE.

Tho' lang an lonely be the road
Between me an my dearie;
Yet I the gate hae aften troad,
When I've been tired and wearie.

Be't stormin rain, hail, win or snaw--
A lonely road and drearie--
There's nought wad e'er keep me awa
Frae gaun to see my dearie!!!

M.

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FRENCH BALL CONVERSATION.

During the French revolution, parties danced as gaily as ever; the
following is a ball conversation, which took place in the month of
Frimare, year 7.:--Well, the Ottoman Porte has declared war against
us! Oh yes, there is no doubt of it, (_En avant deux_) It is an enemy
the more--(_chassez_) and the Russian fleet they say has passed the
Dardanelles, (_en avant quatre_) yet the papers say that the emperor
sincerely desires peace.--Yes, but Count Metternich wishes for war,
(_balancez_) so we have also a new coalition against us. England,
Portugal, Naples, Turkey, the Emperor, Russia, perhaps the empire
of Prussia, (_Faites face et chassez tous les huit_)--well we have
bayonettes, (_la poussette_) besides it is not so far from Dover to
Calais, (_traversez_)--Do you belong to the conscription?--Yes, and I
too; (_pirouettez_) what makes me uneasy is to know what will become
of our partners when we are gone: (_La chaine des dames_)--what will
be left to amuse them (_La queu du chat_.) It was thus that days of
terror were preceded by evenings of amusement and pleasure.

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INTUITIVE AFFECTION.

"There are three things," said a wit, "which I have always loved
without ever understanding them, painting, music, and woman."

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RETORT UNCOURTEOUS.

A lady, well known in the fashionable vicinity of Portland-place,
always accosts a stranger, with "I think I have seen you somewhere,"
which often leads to a clue