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18. The sweet siesta of a summer's day.
19. Alas! that dreams are only dreams!
A lasting beauty to those forms,
20. But ah! 'tis gone, 't is gone, and never
Oh! I would sleep, would sleep for ever,
21. Where his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam,
22. When sleep's calm wing is on my brow, And dreams of peace my spirit lull, Before me, like a misty star,
That form floats dim and beautiful.
23. Strange is the power of dreams! who has not felt,
G. D. PRENTICE.
DRESS. (See APPAREL.)
MRS. NORTON's Dream.
A surfeit of the sweetest things
2. Oh, that men should put an enemy in
Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we
3. They were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
4. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
5. In what thou eat'st and drinkest, seek from thence
So thou may'st live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
For swinish gluttony
If all the world
Should, in a pet of Temperance, feed on pulse,
Nature, good cateress,
The modest maid
But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abash'd.
10. He, who the rules of temperance neglects, From a good cause may produce vile effects.
11. If men would shun swoln fortune's ruinous blasts, Let them use temperance: nothing violent lasts.
12. The joy which wine can give, like smoky fires, Obscures their sight, whose fancy it inspires.
14. Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's humblest roots,
With all a hermit's board would scarce deny ;
13. 'Tis to thy rules, O Temperance! that we owe All pleasures that from health and strength can flow. MARY CHANDLER.
15. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk:
BYRON'S Don Juan.
16. He spent his days in riot most uncouth, And vex'd with mirth the drowsy ear of night. BYRON'S Childe Harold.
17. Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
18. Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board,
19. The gen'rous wine brings joy divine,
I, while on earth, will still with mirth,
20. What cannot wine perform? It brings to light
21. Could ev'ry drunkard, ere he sits to dine,
22. Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl! Though lips of bards thy brim may press, And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll,
And song and dance thy power confess-
Inspiring John Barleycorn,
24. "Tis when the fancy-stirring bowl
25. Ah! Brandy, Brandy! bane of life, Spring of tumult, source of strife, Could I but half thy curses tell,
The wise would wish thee safe in hell!
26. Blame not the bowl-the fruitful bowl, Whence wit and mirth and music spring, And amber drops Elysian roll,
To bathe young Love's delighted wing.
DUTY. (See CONSCIENCE.)
C. F. HOFFMAN.
EATING. (See APPETITE.)