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BEAUTY AND HER VISITORS.

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BEAUTY AND HER VISITORS. (From the" Cuslæt." ) I looked for BEAUTY --on a throne, •\ dazzling throne of light, I found her j And music poured its softest font, And flowers their sweetest breath, around her. I A score or two of idle gods. Some dresh'd as peers and some as peas.an is, Were- watching all her smiles and Iwd" And making compliments and presents, AND first YOUNG: lOVR, the rosy boy, Kxhibited his haw and arrows, And gave her manv a pretty toy, rorcbes, and bleeding hearts, and sparrows: She told him, as he passed, she knew Her court would scaicely do without him Bill yet—she hoped they were not true- There were some awkward tales about h; tn. WEALTH deemed, that magic Inri no charm More mighty titan the he brought her, And linked around her radiant arm Bright diamonds of the purest water: The goddess, u ith a scornful touch. Unclasped the gaudy, galling fetter; And said,—she thanked him very much,— She liked a wreafh of rose" betler. Then GENIUS snatched his golden late, And told a tale of love and glot-y The crowd around were hushed and mute, To hear so sad and sweet a story And BEAUTV mal ketl the minstrel's cheek, So very pale-tio bast was paler,— Vowed she could listen for a week: But really he should change his tailor As died the echo of his strings, A shadow v. Phantom knell before her, Looked all unutteiable things, And swore to see was to adore her He called her veil a cruel cloud, Her cheek a rose, her smile a battery- She fancied it was WIT that bowed, t'm almost certain it was FLATTERY*. There was a Beidame finding fault With every person, every feature, And by the sneer and bv the halt, knew at once the odious creature You see," quoth ENVY," I am come To bow, as ismy bounden (lut N They tell me Beauty is at home Impossible that can't be Beauty!" 1 heard a murmur far and wide Of'' Lord I how quick the dotard passes!" As TIME threw down at Beauty's side The prettiest of his clocks and glasses: Btri it was noticed in the throng, f-low ficati-v iiiirred the For, when she talked, the hands went wrong, And, whell she smiled, the sands stopped running. DEATH, in a doctor's wig and goti n, Came arm in arm with Lethe thither, And crown'd her with a wirhered crownt Aad hinted, Beauty too must wither! "Avaunt I" she cried "how caml" he liere h The frightful fiend I-he's my abhorrence I lIent and whispered in her ear, He shail not hurt yoti-sit to Lawrence."

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