He appear❜d about as truthful

In his talk as any man.

Let me tell you how he sold me :

"Look you, Mr What's-Your-Name, I shall summons you," he told meBut the summons never came!

Through the meadows, daisy-laden,
Once it was my lot to stray,
Talking to a lovely maiden

In a very loving way;

And I stole a kiss-another

Then another-then a lot.

"Fie!" she said, "I'll tell my mother." Idle words; she told her not.

When a party who dislikes me
Promises to "punch my head,"

'Tis an empty phrase, it strikes me,
They are words too lightly said.

Not since Disappointment school'd me, Have I credited the truth

Of the promises that fool'd me

In my green and gushing youth.

WHERE-AND OH! WHERE?

WHERE

are the times when-miles away

From the din and the dust of cities

Alexis left his lambs to play,

And wooed some shepherdess half the day
With pretty and plaintive ditties?

Where are the pastures daisy-strewn
And the flocks that lived in clover;
The Zephyrs that caught the pastoral tune
And carried away the notes as soon

As ever the notes were over?

Where are the echoes that bore the strains

Each to his nearest neighbour :

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And all the valleys and all the plains

Where all the nymphs and their love-sick swains Made merry to pipe and tabor?

Where are they gone? They are gone to sleep
Where Fancy alone can find them :

But Arcady's times are like the sheep
That quitted the care of Little Bo-Peep,

For they've left their tales behind them !

A FIT OF THE BLUES.

Y deep cerulean eyes are full of tears,
And bluely burns my melancholy

taper:

How dimly every azure line appears To be imprinted on my bluish paper.

My casement opens on the blue, blue sky,
The cobalt of the dawn already lightens
The outer east-and yet small joy have I

That Luna fades and that Aurora brightens.

Oh that the morning light could bring for me

One hour amidst the blue-bells and the heather!

One hour of sojourn on the wide blue sea,

In crystal calmness or in stormy weather!

Oh that the "freshness of the heart" could fall

Once more upon my spirit, and could kindly Bring back again the days when first of all I read my Blue Beard and believed it blindly !

One cure there is for all the ills that make
Existence duller than a blue-book's pages :-
A strong blue-pill is just the thing to take
For indigestion in the early stages.