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Make pleasant giros-when we may;
Jump stagionate (where they're easy!) And play croquet; the Bruens say
There's turf behind the Ludovisi !
I'll bring my books, though Mrs. Mee
Says packing books is such a worry; I'll bring my Golden Treasury,
Manzoni, and, of course, a “Murray!” Your verses (if you so advise !)
A Dante-Auntie owns a quarto; I'll try and buy a smaller size,
And read him on the muro torto.
But can I go? La Madre thinks
It would be such an undertaking! (I wish we could consult a sphinx !)
The thought alone has left her quaking !
notice” of some “motion," And could not stay; but why not, -ah,
I've not the very slightest notion !
The Browns have come to stay a week
They've brought the boys- I haven't thank'd'em; For Baby Grand, and Baby Pic,
Are playing cricket in my sanctum ! Your Rover, too, affects
And when I pat the dear old whelp, it .. It makes me think of You, and then
And then I cry—I cannot help it.
left Our separation was impending, These eyes had seldom shed a tear,
I thought my joy could have no ending!
But cloudlets gather'd soon, and this —
This was the first that rose to grieve me To know that I possess'd the bliss,
For then I knew such bliss might leave me!
My strain is sad, but, oh, believe
Your words have made my spirit better;
I'd meant to write a cheery letter;
I fancied I could live without it:
And then I thought I'd think about it.
The sun now glances o'er the Park,
If tears are on my cheek, they glitter, I think I've kiss'd your rhyme, for hark,
My “bulley” gives a saucy twitter!
A sudden breeze is gaily blowing, -
SOME, Laura, patience. Time and spring
Your absent Arthur back shall bring,
Once more to woo you ;
Makes verses to you.
Would it were wave and wind alone!
A man might parry;
Who sail to marry.
For him fond mothers, stout and fair,
Insidious sessions ;
And soft confessions.
Nor are these all his pains, nor most.
The youthful griffin ;
His lonely tiffin.
In vain. Let doubts assail the weak;
Of woes that wait him;
Conspire to mate him.
But, Laura, on your side, forbear
A youth unstable;
Through “Guards Mabel.”
Be warned in time. Without a trace
His airy patter;
TWENTY AND THIRTY.
Y heart beat high, for I had heard
That Ellen Vere had come to
My heart beat high—yet how absurd ! For scarcely twice five years had flown
Since she and I, as maid and youth,
Our witnesses two sleepy cows,
We loved, or thought we loved; and love,
To us a passion new and strange,
Our life was one bright dream of joy,
Ah me, poor
fools! a twelvemonth more
A man he was in council great,
Parting with her few tears I shed,
I drank his health, and wished him dead, And hated all mankind !
A“lapse of years" then intervenes,
And when I see the stage once more,
The room is filled with nick-nacks rare,
So oriental is the show,
It needs the cab I leave below
For Ellen has returned—she greets
Me' with a cold and formal bend,