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14.

Sound him with gold;

"T will sink into his venal soul like lead
Into the deep, and bring up slime, and mud,
And ooze too, from the bottom, as the lead doth
With its greased understratum.

A thirst for gold,

The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest soul.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Vision of Judgment.

15. Who loves no music but the dollar's clink.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

16. The kindly throbs that other men control,
Ne'er melt the iron of the miser's soul;
Thro' life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

17. And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep Aught but thrift's parent pair-to get-to keep.

18. Mammon's close-link'd bonds have bound him,
Self-imposed, and seldom burst;

Though heaven's waters gush'd around him,
He would pine with earth's poor thirst.

BALL-DANCING, &c.

1. Come and trip it as you you go On the light fantastic toe.

2.

MRS. S. J. HALE.

MILTON.

Methought it was the sound.
Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds.

MILTON'S Comus.

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BALL-DANCING, &c.

3. Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, A lofty jumping and a leaping round,

When arm in arm the dancers are entwined,

And whirl themselves with strict embracements round.

4. Alike all ages; dames of ancient days

Have led their children through the mirthful maze;

And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

DAVIES.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

5. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes that spoke again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

6. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined!
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

7. The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall;
Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball:
And the gay dance of bounding beauty's train
Links grace and harmony in happiest chain.
Blest are the early hearts and gentle hands,
That mingle theirs in well-according bands;
It is a sight the careful brow might smooth,
And make age smile, and dream itself to youth,
And youth forget such hours were past on earth,—
So springs th' exulting bosom to that mirth.

BYRON'S Lara.

8. The music, and the banquet, and the wine,—
The garlands, the rose-odours, and the flowers,-
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments—
The white arms, and the raven hair-the braids
And bracelets-swan-like bosoms-the thin robes,

Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven-
The many twinkling feet, so small and sylph-like,
Suggesting the more secret symmetry

Of the fair forms which terminate so well.

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

9. When gas and beauty's blended rays
Set hearts and ball-rooms in a blaze;
Or spermaceti's light reveals

More "inward bruises" than it heals;
In flames each belle her victim kills,

And "sparks fly upward" in quadrilles.

HON. NICH. BIDDLE'S Ode to Bogle.

10. Such grace and such beauty! dear creature! you'd swear,
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkled round,
That her steps are of light—that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground!

11.

And turn from gentle Juliet's woe,
To count the twirls of Fanny Ellsler's toe.

MOORE.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

12. The bright and youthful dancers meet,

With laughing lips and winged feet;
And golden locks come flashing by,
Like sudden sunshine thro' the sky.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING'S Broken Bracelet.

13.. And fairy forms, now here, now there, Hover'd like children of the air.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING's Broken Bracelet.

14. Of all that did chance, 't were a long tale to tell,
Of the dancers and dresses, and who was the belle;
But each was so happy, and all were so fair,
That night stole away, and the dawn caught them there.
S. G. GOODRICH.

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1. Banish'd!-the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart To mangle me with that word-banishment?

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

3. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there;

But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.

4. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, Recall my native country to my mind;

How oft regret will bid me sadly number

Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind!

Cowper.

MAT. G. LEWIS.

5, Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre,
Those scenes which I am doom'd no more to know,
Full oft shall memory trace-my soul's tormentor-
And turn each pleasure past to present woe.

6.

I depart,

MAT. G. LEWIS.

Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,

When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine

eye.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

7. Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost!

Too early lost, alas! when once so dear;

I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast,
And urge the feet forbid to linger here.

8. Farewell! my more than fatherland!

Home of my heart and friends, adieu!
Ling'ring beside some foreign strand,
How oft shall I remember you!

E. D. GRIFFIN.

R. H. WILDE.

BANNER-FLAG.

1. Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

2. "T is the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

3. As long as patriot valour's arm
Shall win the battle's prize,
That star shall beam triumphantly.
That Eagle seek the skies!

4. Flag of the free heart's only home,
By angel hands to valour given,

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven!
For ever float that standard sheet!

F. KEY.

J. R. DRAKE.

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us!

J. R. DRAKE.

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