It almost makes me wish, I vow, To have two stomachs, like a cow!” And thus, as "inward love breeds outward talk," And then as Gray describes of life's divorce With "longing, lingering look" prepared to walk,Having through one delighted sense, at least, Enjoyed a sort of Barmecidal feast, And with prophetic gestures, strange to see, A pleasant prospect --but, alack! From praises so high flown and injudicious, -- Moral. Never, from folly or urbanity, Praise people thus profusely to their faces, LOVE LANE. IF I should love a maiden more, One even, by a mossy bank, How snakes will twine around the shin! A bashful fear my soul unnerved, At length my offer I preferred, Was, "What a horrid ugly toad! I vowed to give her all my heart, But when I ventured to abide Nay, when beginning to beseech The answer was as strange a speech I spoke of fortune --- house, and lands, And still renewed the warm attack,"Tis vain to offer ladies hands That have a spider on the back! 'Tis vain to talk of hopes and fears, 'Tis vain to call the dearest names What checked me in my fond address, And knocked each pretty image down? What stopped my Ellen's faltering yes? A caterpillar on her gown! To list to Philomel is sweet Sweet is the eventide, and kind At last, emboldened by my bliss, For when I strove to snatch a kiss She screamed by proxy, through an owl! Then, lovers, doomed to life or death, and curse the gnats! DOMESTIC POEMS. "It's hame, hame, hame." -A. CUNNINGHAM, "There's no place like home.” I. CLARI. HYMENEAL RETROSPECTIONS. O KATE! my dear partner, through joy and through strife! When I look back at Hymen's dear day, Not a lovelier bride ever changed to a wife, Though you're now so old, wizened, and gray! Those eyes, then, were stars, shining rulers of fate! Though now they're so dim, they appear, my dear Kate, That brow was like marble, so smooth and so fair; As if Time, when those furrows were made by the share, Your nose, it was such as the sculptors all chose, When a Venus demanded their skill; Though now it can hardly be reckoned a nose, Your mouth, it was then quite a bait for the bees, Though now it has taken that lemon-like squeeze, Your chin, it was one of Love favorite haunts, How rich were those locks, so abundant and full, That neck, not a swan could excel it in grace, Your figure was tall, then, and perfectly straight, II. THE sun was slumbering in the west, my daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast my head reclined at last! The darkness closed around, so dear to fond congenial souls ; And thus she murmured at my ear, "My love, we're out of coals! "That Mister Bond has called again, insisting on his rent; |