29. The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, And when fate writ my name, it made a blot.

30. Alone she sate-alone !-that worn-out word,
So idly spoken and so coldly heard;

Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word-alone!

31. I may not weep-I cannot sigh,

A weight is pressing on my breast;
A breath breathes on me witheringly,
My tears are dry, my sighs supprest!

The New Timon.

N. P. WILLIS.

You to unfold the anguish of your heart;
Mishaps are master'd by advice discreet,
And counsel mitigates the greatest smart.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. Direct not him whose way himself will choose; "T is breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.

4. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Men counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,

6. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each.man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

SHAKSPEARE.

AFFECTION.

1. There is in life no blessing like affection;
It soothes, it hallows, elevates, subdues,
And bringeth down to earth its native heaven :-
Life has naught else that may supply its place.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

2. Oh! there are looks and tones that dart
An instant sunshine through the heart;
As if the soul that minute caught
Some treasure it through life had sought.

3. Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

T. MOORE.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

4. Oh, sweet are the tones of affection sincere,

When they come from the depth of the heart;
And sweet are the words that banish each care,
And bid sorrow for ever depart!

5. "T were sweet to kiss thy tears away,
If tears those eyes must know;
But sweeter still to hear thee say,
Thou never hadst them flow.

BULWER.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

6. How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed!

7. Oh, if there were one gentle eye
To weep when I might grieve,
One bosom to receive the sigh

Which sorrow oft will heave-
One heart, the ways of life to cheer,
Though rugged they might be-
No language can express how dear
That heart would be to me!

BALFE'S Bohemian Girl.

8.

-Those tones of dear delight,

The morning welcome, and the sweet good night!

9. No love is like a sister's love,

Unselfish, free, and pure—

A flame that, lighted from above,
Will guide but ne'er allure.

It knows no frown of jealous fear,

No blush of conscious guile;

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear,
Its hopes crown'd by a smile.

10. The sorrows of thy wounded heart I'll teach thee to forget,

And win thee back by gentle art

From passion's vain regret.

And Time shall bring on faithful wing,

From o'er the flood of tears,

FRY'S Leonora.

The pledge of peace, when grief may cease,
And joy light after years.

FRY'S Leonora.

1.

-And his big manly voice,

Turning again towards childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound.

2. When forty winters shall besiege your brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

SHAKSPEARE.

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held.

3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west,

SHAKSPEARE.

Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,

The power of beauty I remember yet.

DRYDEN.

6. Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

7. But grant to life some perquisites of joy;
A time there is, when, like a thrice-told tale,
Long rifled life of sweets can yield no more.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

8. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage,
And worthily becomes his silver locks;
He wears the marks of many years well spent,
Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience.

ROWE.

9. The hand of time alone disarms
Her face of its superfluous charms;
But adds, for every grace resign'd,
A thousand to adorn her mind.

10. Thus aged men, full loth and slow
The vanities of life forego,

And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till memory lends her light no more.

BROOME.

SCOTT's Rokeby.

11. "Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope.

12. Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more warm desire, Believe me, I have gain'd in truth

13.

Much more than I have lost in fire.
What was but passion's sigh before,

Has since been turn'd to reason's vow,
And tho' I then might love thee more,
Yet oh! I love thee better now!

-I left him in a green old age,

And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady
Amidst the elements, whilst younger trees

MOORE..

Fell fast around him.

BYRON'S Werner.

14. Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains Much beauty and more majesty.

15. A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, Which but supplies a feeling to decay.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Manfred.

16. Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, The drooping spirit for its fate prepare;