With thy dark clear eyes and beaming brow, White neck and floating hair; And oh, I had an honest heart, And a house of Portland stone; And thou wert dear, as still thou art, And more than dear, my own! Oh bitterness!-the morning broke And thou wert married when I woke, And toil and trouble, noise and steam, MARRIAGE CHIMES. "Go together, You precious winners all." FAIR Lady, ere you put to sea, -Winter's Tale. And wish you pleasant weather. I took my fiddle from the shelf, But vain was all my labour; For still I thought about myself, And not about my neighbour. Safe from the perils of the war, Nor killed, nor hurt, nor missing Since many things in common are 'Tis strange-but I have passed alive Where darts and deaths were plenty, Until I find my twenty-five As lonely as my twenty: And many lips have sadly sighed- Some victims fluttered like a fly, Good Sterling said no dame should come And follows hounds 'cross country. Sir Roger had a Briton's pride Gustavus longed for truth and crumbs, My rural coz, who loves his peace, Who does the verse for Colburn. And Vyvyan, Humour's crazy child,— Whose worship, whim, or passion, Was still for something strange and wild, Wit, wickedness, or fashion, Is happy with a little Love, A parson's pretty daughter, As tender as a turtle-dove,As dull as milk and water. And Gerard hath his Northern Fay- And Davenant now has drawn a prize,— I hope and trust, a Venus, Because there are some sympathies As well as leagues-between us. Thus north and south, and east and west, Light-pursed, light-hearted, addle-brained, Yet, save on circuit-unretained, Yet oh!-if Nemesis with me REMEMBER ME. IN Seville, when the feast was long, "Remember me in shine and shower, When summer breathes upon the flower, When there are dances in the bower "Remember me beneath far skies, "Remember me! my heart will claim Remember me,—with scorn or shame,— THE FANCY BALL. "A visor for a visor! What care I What curious eye doth quote deformities?" -Romeo and Juliet. "You used to talk," said Miss MacCall, "Of flowers, and flames, and Cupid ; But now you never talk at all; You're getting vastly stupid : You'd better burn your Blackstone, sir, I made that night a solemn vow I wore white muslin on the brow, |