W WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS HEN the black-lettr'd list to the gods was presented, (The list of what Fate for each mortal intends) In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated, NOON & If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands vested, But the heart issues bills which are never protested, Though valour still glows in his life's waning embers, Drops a tear of regret as he dying remembers How blessed was his home with wife, children and The soldier, whose deeds live immortal in story, The day-spring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow, But drear is the twilight of age if it borrow No warmth from the smiles of wife, children and N Let the breath of Renown ever freshen and cherish 148 O'er me wave the willow! and long may it flourish Let us drink for my song growing graver and graver, The glass which I fill to wife, children and friends. [William R. Spencer NOON NOON THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN W HEN I was a maid, Nor of lovers afraid, My mother cried, “Girl, never listen to men.” But I thought her quite wrong. And said I, "Mother, whom should I listen to, then?" What I never could learn, I find, like my mother, my lessons all vain ; Silly maidens believe, And still 'tis the old story over again. So humbly they woo, But keep them alive when they swear they must die? As they weep in despair, Their crocodile tears in compassion to dry? Yet, wedded at last, When the honeymoon's past, The lovers forsake us, the husbands remain ; And we ne'er can expect N They will tell us the old story over again. 150 [James Kenry THE GIRL OF CADIZ NEVER talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies; Like me, the lovely girl of Cadiz. Nor fair her locks, like English lasses; Prometheus-like from Heaven she stole From eyes that cannot hide their flashes; In lengthened flow her raven tresses, Our English maids are long to woo, For love ordained the Spanish maid is, |