embowering groves, and smoothly spread
Your waters, glistening in a silver sheet.
The morning is a season of delight--
The morning is the self-possession'd hour--
'Tis then that feelings, sunk, but unsubdued,
Feelings of purer thoughts, and happier days,
Awake, and, like the sceptred images
Of Banquo's mirror, in succession pass!
And, first of all, and fairest, thou dost pass
In Memory's eye, beloved! though now afar
From those sweet vales, where we have often roam'd
Together. Do thy blue eyes now survey
The brightness of the morn in other scenes?
Other, but haply beautiful as these,
Which now I gaze on; but which, wanting thee,
Want half their charms, for, to thy poet's thought,
More deeply glow'd the heaven, when thy fine eye,
Surveying its grand arch, all kindling glow'd;
The white cloud to thy white brow was a foil;
And, by the soft tints of thy cheek outvied,
The dew-bent wild-rose droop'd despairingly.
_Blackwood's Mag._
* * * * *
THE GATHERER.
"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."
SHAKSPEARE.
* * * * *
CHANGING COIN.
Judge Gould married his daughter to Lord Cavan. A gentleman asking what
fortune, was answered, "it was all in _Gould_, and his lordship changed
it the first day."
* * * * *
VOLTAIRE.
Voltaire said of a traveller, who made too long a stay with him at
Ferney, "Don Quixote took inns for castles, but Mr. ---- takes castles
for inns."
* * * * *
ABROAD AND AT HOME.
The English abroad can never get to look as if they were at home. The
Irish and Scotch, after being some time in a place, get the air of the
natives; but an Englishman, in any foreign court, looks about him as if
he was going to steal a tankard.
* * * * *
PARODY OF THE FIRST SONG IN THE BEGGAR'S OPERA.
Through all the odd noses in vogue,
Each nose is turn'd up at its brother;
Broad and blunt they call platter and pug,
And thus they take snuff at each other.
The short calls the long nose a snout,
The long calls the short nose a snub;
And the bottle nose being so stout,
Thinks every sharp one a scrub.
T.H.
* * * * *
GARRICK AND STERNE.
Sterne, who used his wife very ill, was one day talking to Garrick in a
fine
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