Of death was on thy gentle brow, Was not mine cold with anguish too? And, till I heard that all was o'er, Was not a flame within my breast, To which the pangs thy frame that tore Had seemed a respite and a rest? 87 VII. But now tis past :— may not mourn, Though thou canst ne'er return to me. My welcome, at the gates of Heaven! THE BACHELOR'S DILEMMA. BY ALARIC A. WATTS. How happy could I be with either. Beggar's Opera. I. "By all the bright saints in the Missal of Love, II. There is Fanny, whose eye is as blue and as bright As the depths of Spring skies in their noontide array; Whose every fair feature is gleaming in light, Like the ripple of waves on a sunshiny day: III. Whose form, like the willow, so slender and lithe, Is the home of the sweetness that breathes from her face. IV. There is Helen, more stately of gesture and mien, V. With a bosom, whose chords are so tenderly strung, That a word, nay, a look, oft will waken its sighs; With a face, like the heart-searching tones of her tongue, Full of music that charms both the simple and wise. v1. In my moments of mirth, amid glitter and glee, VII. But, when shadows come o'er me of sickness or grief, VIII. And when sorrow and joy are so blended together, IX.. But since I must fix or on black eyes or blue, Quickly make up my mind 'twixt a Grace and a Muse; Pr'ythee, Venus, instruct me that course to pursue Which even Paris himself had been puzzled to choose !" .X. Thus murmured a Bard-predetermined to marry, XI. So, trusting that "Fortune would favour the brave," XII. May so awful a fate bid young poets beware How they sport with their hopes 'till they darken and wither; For who thus dares presume to make love to a pair, May be certain he 'll ne'er be accepted by either! A GRANDSIRE'S TALE. BY BERNARD BARTON. I. THE tale I tell was told me long ago; Yet mirthful ones, since heard, have passed away, Maintained that lingering spell which age endears, And while he told his tale his eyes were dim with tears. II. But not with tears of sorrow ;-for the eye Is often wet with joy and gratitude; And well his faltering voice, and tear, and sigh, Declared a heart by thankfulness subdued: |