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“I looked no more for it, I do declare, Than the Great Bear!
As sure as Tycho Brahe is dead,
It really entered in my head No more than Berenice's hair!” Thus musing, heaven's grand inquisitor Sat gazing on the invited visitor, Till John, the serving man, came to the upper Regions, with Please your honor, come to suprer.”
“Supper! good John, to-night I shall not sup, Except on that phenomenon, --look up." “Not sup!" cried John, thinking with consternation That supping on a slur must be slur-vation, Or even to batten On ignes fatui would never fatten. His visage seemed to say, “that very odd is,”
But still his master the same tune rani on,
“I can't come down; go to the parlor, John, And say I'm supping with the heavenly bodies.”
“The heavenly bodies!" echoed John, “aliem!"
His mind still ful of fainishing alarms, “Zounds! if your honor sups with them,
In helping, somebody must make long arms." le thought his master's stomach was in danger,
But still in the same tone replied the knight,
* Go down, Jolin, go, I have no appetite; Say I'm engaged with a celestial stranger.” Quoth John, not much uu fuit in such aftsirs,
Wouldn't the stranger take a bit down stairs ?''
"No," said the master, smiling, and no wonder,
TIe has a mouth,
Belold him! there he is, Jolin, in the south."
Each rolling like a marble in its socket;
“A rare good rocket!”'
- A what? A rocket, Joha! Far from it!
Tnat in all ages
Have puzzled sages
Perplexes sovereigns throughout its range."
TWENTY YEARS AGO.
I've wandered to the village, Tom, I've sat beneath the tree,
The grass is just as green. Tom; bare-footed boys at play
The old school-louse is altered now; the benches are replaced
The boys were playing some old game, beneath that same old
tree; I have forgot the name just now,-you've played the same On that same spot; twas played with knives, by throwing so
The loser had a task to do,-there, twenty years ago.
The spring that bubbled 'neath the hill, close by the spreading
beech, Is very low,-'twas then so high that we could scarcely reach; And, kneeling down to get a drink, dear Tom, I started so, To see how sadly I am changed, since twenty years ago. Near by that spring, upon an elm, you know I cut your name, Your sweetheart's just beneath it, Tom, and you did mine the
same; Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark, 'twas dying sure
but slow, Just as she died, whose name you cut, some twenty years ago.
My lids have long been dry, Tom, but tears came to my eyes;
GOING OUT AND COMING IN.
Going out to love and light,
Coming in to gloom and night.
Coming in with woe' and sin;
Going out and coming in.
From beneath the blooming vine,
Where the bays and laurels twine;
To the chill voice of the world,
To the summer breeze unfurled.
Weary with the world's cold breath;
Coming in to age and death;
Weary of all empty flattery,
Weary of all ceaseless áin,
Coming from the bleak world in.
Going out with hopes of glory,
Coming in with sorrow dark;
Coming in with mastless barque;
Wreaths of fame or love to win;
Mollie E. Mooro
Day was breaking, When at the altar of the temple stood The holy priest of God. The incense lamp Burned with a struggling light, and a low chant Swelled through the hollow arches of the roof, Like an articulate wail; and there, alone, Wasted to ghastly thinness, Helon knelt. The cchoes of the melancholy strain Died in the distant aisles, and he rose up, Struggling with weakness, and bowed down his head Unto the sprinkled ashes, and put off His costly raiment for the leper's garb, And with the sackcloth round him, and his lip Hid in a loathsome covering, stood still, Waiting to hear his doom :
“Depart! depart, O child Of Israel, from the temple of thy God! For he has smote thee with his chastening rod,
“Wet not thy burning lip
Nor kneel thee down to dip
“And pass not thou between
Where human tracks are seen;
“And now depart! and when
Who, from the tribes of men,
And he went forth alone. Not one of all
It was noon,
Love and awe Mingled in the regard of Ilelon's eye,