CLARA was told, if past a certain age, She must, as all yclept old maidens must, She said, if such must be her future lot, Than one should lead her now! J. W. H. Marry! no, faith; husbands are like lots in As it has got its branch above the waves A wife! O fetters MARSTON. To man's blessed liberty! all this world's a prison, DECKER. BAY WREATH. Laurus Carolinensis. LANGUAGE GLORY. WHAT is glory? What is fame? A stream that hurries on its way, MOTHERWell. And glory long has made the sages smile; Real glory BYRON. Springs from the silent conquest of ourselves; And without that the conqueror is nought But the first slave. THOMSON. Fame! Fame! thou canst not be the stay Unto the drooping reed, The cool, fresh fountain, in the day Of the soul's feverish need: Where must the lone one turn or flee? MRS. HEMANS. BAY LEAF. Laurus. LANGUAGE-I CHANGE BUT IN DYING. IN bower and garden rich and rare Not so the simple forest leaf, Unprized, unnoticed, lying: The same through all its little life, Be such, and only such, my friends; Time, chance, the world defying; 'tis all I have a heart , shall I love the fading beauty less, Those spring-tide radiance has been wholly mine? come what will, thy steadfast truth I'll bless; youth, in age, thine own - forever thine. 1 A. A. WATTS. ome the wild weather, come sleet, or come snow, will stand by each other however it blow. ion, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain 1 be to our true love as links to the chain. O, think not less I love thee, LONGFELLOW. That our paths are parted now; Are not truer than my vow; As the fragrance from the blossom, Our love is to my bosom O, think not less I love thee, That thy hand I thus resign; Ever flitted one like thee; And thou, life's lapse adorning, W. D. GALLAGHER. BAYBERRY. Myrica Cerifera. LANGUAGE-SOURNESS, OR SHARPNESS. Now Fate preserve thee, lady fair! With sugared sweets, an acid juice, So "Fate preserve thee," or thou❜lt stay He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks MRS. F. S. OSGOOD. Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays SHAKSPEARE. Since both of you so like in manners be, SHERBOURNE. |