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You've set me talking, Sir; I'm sorry ;
It makes me wild to think of the change!
Is it amusing? you find it strange?
'Twas well she died before-- Do yon know
The ruin and wretchedness here below?
Another glass, and strong, to deaden
This pain; then Roger and I will start.
Aching thing, in place of a heart?
No doubt, remembering things that were,
And himself a sober, respectable cur.
You rascal! limber your lazy feet!
For supper and bed, or starve in the street.-
But soon we shall go where lodgings are free,
The sooner, the better for Ruger and me!
CARDINAL WOLSEY, ON BEING CAST OFF BY KTA
But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride.
DEATH OF JOHN Q. ADAMS.-By I. E. IIolmes. Mr. SPEAKER: The mingled tones of sorrow, like the Price of many waters, have come unto us from a sister state - Massach isctts, weeping for her honored son. The state I
have the honor in part to represent once endured, with yours, a common suffering, battled for a common cause, and rejoiced in a common triumph. Surely, then, it is meet, that in this the day of your affliction, we should mingle our griefs.
When a great man falls, the nation mourns; when a patriarch is removed, the people weep: Ours, my associates, is no common bereavement. The chain which linked our hearts with the gifted spirits of former times has been suddenly snapped. The lips from which flowed those living and glorious truths that our fathers uttered are closed in death. Yes, my friends, Death has been among us! He has not entered the humble cottage of some unknown, ignoble peasant; he has knocked audibly at the palace of a nation! His footstep has been heard in the halls of state! He has cloven down his victim in the midst of the councils of a people. He has borne in triumph from among you the gravest, wisest, most reverend head. Ah! he has taken him as a trophy who was once chief over many statesmen, adorned with virtue, and learning, and truth; he has borne at his chariot wheels a renowned one of the earth.
How often we have crowded into that aisle, and clustered around that now vacant desk, to listen to the counsels of wisdom as they fell from the lips of the venerable Sage, we can all remember, for it was but of yesterday. But what a change! How wondrous ! how sudden! Tis like a vision of the night. That form which we beheld but a few days since is now cold in death!
But the last Sabbath, and in this hall he worshipped with others. Now his spirit mingles with the noble army of martyrs and the just made perfect, in the eternal adoration of the living God. With him, “this is the end of earth.” He sleeps the sleep that knows no waking. He is gone-and forever! The sun that ushers in the morn of that next holy day, while it gilds the lofty dome of the capitol, shall rest with soft and mellow light upon the consecrated spot beneath whose turf forever lies the PATRIOT FATHER and the PATOS SAGE.
THE FIELD OF WATERL00.-Byron.
As the ground was before, thus let it be.
llow that red rain hath' made the harvest grow! And is this all the world has gained by thee, Thou first and last of fields, king-making Victory?
a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men:
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose, with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again; And all went merry as a marriage-bell. Bat hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it? No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined !
Vo sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying leet!
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
Sat Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear
And canght its tone with death's prophetic ear:
And when they smiled because he deemed it near His heart more truly knew that peal too well,
Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell! Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise ! And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal, afar, And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Last noon belield them full of lusty life;
Last eve, in beauty's circle, proudly gay;
The morn, the marshaling in arms—the day,
Battle's magnificently stern array!
The earth is covered thick with other clay,
JOSII BILLINGS ON COURTING.
COURTING is a luxury, it is sallad, it is ise water, it is a beveridge, it is the pla spell ov the soul. The man who has never courted haz lived in vain : he haz bin a blind man amung landskapes and waterskapes; he has bin a deff man in the land ov hand orgins, and by the side ov murmuring ca. nals. Courting iz like 2 little springs ov soft water that steal out from under a rock at the fut ov a mountain and run down the hill side by side singing and dansing and spatering each uther, eddying and frothing and kaskading, now hiding under bank, now full ov sun, and now full ov sladder, till bimeby tha jine and then tha go slow. I am in faver ov long courting; it gives the parties a chance to find out each uther's trump kards, it iz good exercise, and is jist as innersent as ? merino lambs. Courting iz like strawberries and cream, wants tew be did slow, then yu git the flaver. I hav saw folks git ackquainted, fall in luv, git marrid, settel down and git tew wurk, in 3 weeks from date. This is jist the wa sum folks larn a trade, and akounts for the grate number ov almitey mean mechanicks we hav, and the poor jobs tha turn out.
Perhaps it iz best i shud state sum good advise tew yung men, who are about tew court with a final view to matrimony, az it waz. In the fust plase, yung man, yu want tew git yure system awl rite, and then find a yung woman who iz willing tew be courted on the square. The nex thing is tew find out how old she is, which yu kan dew bi asking her and she will