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SUMMER THOUGHTS. This is the time of shadow and of floiver;, When roads gleam white for many a winding mile When gentle breezes fan the lazy hours, And balmy rest o'erpays the time of toil; W hen purple hues and shifting beams beguile The tedious sameness of the heath-grown moor; When the old grandsire sees with placid smile The sun-burnt children frolic round his door, And trellised roses deck the cottage of the poor. The time of pleasant evenings when the moon Riseth companioned by a single star, And rivals e'en the brilliant summer noon In the clear radiance which she pours afar No stonny winds her hour of peace to mar, Or stir the fleecy clouds which melt away Beneath the wheels of her illumined car; While many a river trembles in her ray, And silver gleam the sands round many an ocean bay Oh, then the heart lies hushed, afraid to beat, In the deep absence of all other sound; And home is sought with loth and lingering feet, As though that shining tract of fairy ground, Once left and lost might never more be found And happy seems the life that gipsies lead, Who make their rest where mossy banks abound, In nooks where unplucked wild-flowers shed their seed; A canvass-spreading tent the only roof they need! » COURTSHIP AND MATRIMONY. A Poem, in Two Cantos. CANTO THE FIPST-COURTSIII-P, Fairest of earth! if thou wilt hear my vow. Lo! at thy feet, I swear to love thee ever; And, by this kiss upon thy radiant brow, Promise affection which no time shall sever; And love which e'er shall burn as bright as now, To be extinguished-never, dearest-never! Wilt thou that naughty, fluttering heart resign ? Catherine my own sweet Kate wilt thou be mine ? Thou shalt have pearls to deck thy raven hair- Thou shalt have all this world of ours can bring; And we will live in solitude, nor care For aught save for each other. We will fling Away all sorrow—Eden shall be there And thou shalt be my queen, and I thy king! Still coy, and still reluctant ? Sweetheart, say, When shall we monarchs be? and which the day ? CANTO THE SECOND—MATRIMONY. Now, Mrs. Pringle, once for all, I say I will not such extravagance allow! Bills upon bills, and larger every day, Enough to drive a man to drink, I vow! Bonnets, gloves, frippery and trash -nay, nay, Tears, Mrs. Pringle, will not guli me now. I say I won't allow ten pounds a week I can't afford it; Madam, do not speak! In wedding you I thought I had a treasure; I find myself most miserably mistaken! You rise at ten, then spend the day in pleasure;- In fact, my confidence is slightly shaken. Ha what's that uproar? This ma'am, is my leisure Sufficient noise the slumbering dead to waken I seek retirement and I find-a riot: Confound those children, but I'll make them quiet! -Punch.




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