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Alabastrom fejer nyaka, piros rózsa nyith ajaka,
Sima márvány picziny alljea, tiszta hónal tisztabb alleja ;
De mit hasznal, ha hamis,

De mit hasznal, ha hamis.

Szép mikor varr, szép mikor irr, szép mikor nevet szép mikor sir,
Szép mikor ol, szép mikor áll, ha hajt térdét czifíán sétál;
De mit hasznal, ha hamis,

De mit hasznal, ha hamis.

Tréfás, nyájas, hizelkedo, bator vidám, kedveskedo,
Sokkal biztos mosolygasa, tellyes tárhâz ajánlása ;
De mit hasznal, ha hamis,

De mit hasznal, ha hamis.

Pindus heygen szebb verseket nem mondanak's enekeket,
Mint mikor o torkát nyitja ét harfájat meg inditja.
De mit hasznal, ha hamis,

De mit hasznal ha hamis.

THE BEAUTIFUL INCONSTANT.

She is of a noble line, like a gem I've seen her shine;
Young and beautiful and bright, all that can the heart delight;
What care I how fair she be?

She is false, and false to me.

Like black damsons are her eyes, or the stars that gild the skies; Fragrant lips and heavenly smiles, graceful gestures, witching wiles; What care I how fair she be?"

She is false, and false to me.

See her alabaster breast, see her lips like roses press'd;
Snowy shoulders, marble chin, winks that tempt one into sin;
What care I how fair she be?

She is false, and false to me.

Whether far or near, she's fair, any time, and anywhere;
Drest or undrest, night or day, still she shines like sunny May;
What care I how fair she be?

She is false, and false to me.

Wit and wisdom, music sweet, in this graceful creature meet; Smiles and eloquence and mirth, from her lips and eyes have birth; What care I how fair she be?

She is false, and false to me.

Pindus high I've seen, but there heard not songs so rich and rare, As the songs this angel sings-angel wanting only wings.

What care I how fair she be?
She is false, and false to me.

A Guipuzcoan

Guizonbat ardogabe
Dago erdi illa,
Marmar dabiltza tripac
Ardoaren billa;
Banan eran ezquero
Arxenera guchi,
Guizonic chatarrenac
Balio ditu bi.

Drinking Song.

When we give up the bottle,
We straight grow lank and lean;
A wholesome wine-washed throttle
Is health's best stay I ween.
But while we quaff good liquor,
We're healthy, strong, and sound;
It makes the squire and vicar
Grow fat, and sleek, and round.

THE MYSTIFICATIONS OF MR. JULIUS GULLINGSWORTH.

CHAPTER I.

PERHAPS Mr. Julius Gullingsworth had never eaten his breakfast with less real enjoyment than on the day that ushered him into his five-and-twentieth year. It was not, strictly speaking, that he ate and drank less-that he subjected to the process of deglutition a smaller quantity of digestibles, fluid and solid, on that particular anniversary of his birth, than it was "his custom always" of a morning to do. Neither was it that the digestibles in question were less digestible, less stomachable, or less palatable than usual. It was something else: it was that Mr. Julius Gullingsworth's mind was not in what he was doing, that he ate and drank mechanically, that his thoughts dwelt on something totally foreign to coffee, alien to eggs, irrelevant to hot rolls, in short, unconnected with any one constituent of the unimpeachable spread that threw diversified beauty over the damask before him.

Now, had the worst consequence of this pre-occupied state of mind been, that it caused Mr. Julius Gullingsworth to imbibe his coffee without any defined consciousness of its exquisite aroma, and to send his finnan haddock the way of all fish, without pausing over the sense of its divine relish, we think this would have been evil quite sufficient for the day, considering it was his birth-day. But there was worse than this: in his abstraction he had raised his first cup to his lips in such a caloriferous state, that he was obliged to have recourse to cold cream before he could go on with his breakfast; and when, having got to the end of the meal, he walked over to the tall cheval glass, which stood in the most advantageous position for collecting a maximum of light upon the image formed in it, and proceeded to examine minutely into the extent of the damage done, it was but too evident that the effects of the burn would continue glaringly visible for the next twentyfour hours at least; and that the abused feature, during that period, must wear its comeliness with an abatement. Mr. Julius Gullingsworth

sighed; he had particular reasons for wishing that fate had, for this day at least, permitted him to look as much like himself as possible; however, he glanced down at his feet, as he might also have been observed-had the dumb waiter which stood at his elbow been gifted with a turn for observation-to do repeatedly during breakfast-and the cloud on his brow grew for a moment lighter.

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After a few minutes' half pensive, half rapturous contemplation of the form and features that looked out on him from the cheval glass-to which we have to remark that he advanced his face as closely as if he had wished to ascertain whether his "double" used the same perfumes as he did himself-Mr. Julius Gullingsworth opened a rosewood cabinet, and, from a secret drawer of the same, took out a pair of spectacles, which, having first looked cautiously about him, he put on. then proceeded to remove, one by one, to the breakfast-table, the various objects with which the dumb waiter was charged; after which he brought the latter article, with some trouble, into the middle of the room, and stationed it nearly opposite to, and at a short distance from, the cheval glass. done, he drew back a couple of steps, and surveyed, with a grave and critical air, the arrangements he had made. They appeared to please him: he fixed his eyes on the dumb waiter, sighed, placed his hand on his breast, bowed, smiled, murmured something in which only the words "honour," and "dance," or, as Mr. Julius Gullingsworth pronounced it, "dence," were to be distinguished, smiled again, bowed again, sighed again, and began, with much solemnity, to whistle. It was clear that there was some important object in all these operations; for, though whistling, in the existing state of his mouth, must have been torture to Mr. Julius Gullingsworth, he bore it, and whistled on. At the commencement of the second part of the air, he presented his hand to the dumb waiter, and began slowly, and with infinite

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