ILLUSTRATION OF A BORE. If ever you've seen a gay party, They've grown when the damper was fled- And come sparkling to you, love, and me! A SPECULATION. Of all speculations the market holds forth, Is, to buy ****** up, at the price he is worth, And then sell him at that which he sets on him self. SCEPTICISM. ERE Psyche drank the cup that shed Immortal life into her soul, Some evil spirit pour'd, 'tis said, Which, mingling darkly with the stream, As though its sweetness soon would die. Oft, in the very arms of Love, A chill came o'er her heart-a fear That Death would, even yet, remove Her spirit from that happy sphere. “Those sunny ringlets," she exclaim'd, Twining them round her snowy fingers"That forehead, where a light, unnamed, "Unknown on earth, for ever lingers "Those lips, through which I feel the breath "Of Heaven itself, whene'er they sever VOL. VIII. 4 "Oh! are they mine, beyond all death"My own, hereafter and for ever? "Smile not-I know that starry brow, In vain did Love say, "Turn thine eyes "On all that sparkles round thee here "Thou 'rt now in Heaven, where nothing dies, "And in these arms-what canst thou fear?" In vain the fatal drop, that stole And, though there ne'er was rapture given Hers is the only face in Heaven That wears a cloud amid its joy. FROM THE FRENCH. Of all the men one meets about, There's none like JACK-he's every where : At church-park-auction-dinner-rout— Go where and when you will, he's there. Try the West End, he's at your back— Meets you, like Eurus, in the EastYou're call'd upon for "How do, JACK?" One hundred times a-day at least. A friend of his one evening said, 66 As home he took his pensive way, Upon my soul, I fear JACK 's dead “I've seen him but three times to-day!" ROMANCE. I HAVE a story of two lovers, fill'd With all the pure romance, the blissful sadness, And the sad, doubtful bliss, that ever thrill'd Two young and longing hearts in that sweet madness; But where to choose the locale of my vision In this wide, vulgar world—what real spot For two such perfect lovers, I know not. A JOKE, VERSIFIED. "COME, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life, "There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake"It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife.""Why, so it is, father,-whose wife shall I take?” * Psalmanazar. |