My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
How shall I e'er my woes reveal?
I have no money, I lie in pawn,
A stranger in the town of Lille.

What is yon house with walls so thick,
All girt around with guard and grille?
O, gracious gods, it makes me sick,
It is the prison-house of Lille!

O curséd prison strong and barred,
It does my very blood congeal!
I tremble as I pass the guard,

And quit that ugly part of Lille.

The church-door beggar whines and prays,
I turn away at his appeal:

Ah, church-door beggar! go thy ways!
You're not the poorest man in Lille.

My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
How shall I e'er my woes reveal?

I have no money, I lie in pawn,
A stranger in the town of Lille.

IV.

Say, shall I to yon Flemish church,
And at a Popish altar kneel?
O do not leave me in the lurch,-
I'll cry ye patron-saints of Lille!

Ye virgins dressed in satin hoops,
Ye martyrs slain for mortal weal,
Look kindly down! before you stoops
The miserablest man in Lille.

And lo! as I beheld with awe
A pictured saint (I swear 'tis real)
It smiled, and turned to grandmamma !-
It did! and I had hope in Lille!

'T was five o'clock, and I could eat, Although I could not pay, my meal; I hasten back into the street

Where lies my inn, the best in Lille.

What see I on my table stand,—
A letter with a well-known seal?
'Tis grandmamma's! I know her hand,—
To Mr. M. A. Titmarsh, Lille."

I feel a choking in my throat,

I pant and stagger, faint and reel!

It is it is a ten pound note,

And I'm no more in pawn at Lille !

[He goes off by the diligence that evening, and is restored to the bosom of his happy family.]

SHADOWS

DEEP! I own I start at shadows,

Listen, I will tell you why;

(Life itself is but a taper,

Casting shadows till we die.)

Once, in Italy, at Florence,

I a radiant girl adored:

When she came, she saw, she conquered,
And by Cupid I was floored.

LANTERN.

Round my heart her glossy ringlets
Were mysteriously entwined—
And her soft voluptuous glances
All my inmost thoughts divined.

"Mia cara Mandolina!

Are we not, indeed," I cried, "All the world to one another?" Mandolina smiled and sighed.

Earth was Eden, she an angel,
I a Jupiter enshrined—
Till one night I saw a damning
Double shadow on her blind!

"Fire and fury! double shadows
On their bed-room windows ne'er,
To my knowledge, have been cast by
Ladies virtuous and fair.

"False, abandoned, Mandolina!

Fare thee well, for evermore!

Vengeance!" shrieked I, "vengeance! vengeance!"

And I thundered through the door.

This event occurred next morning;
Mandolina staring sat,

Stark amaz'd, as out I tumbled,
Raving mad, without a hat!

Six weeks after I'd a letter,

On its road six weeks delayed

With a dozen re-directions

From the lost one, and it said:

"Foolish, wicked, cruel Albert!

Base suspicion's doubts resign; Double lights throw double shadows! Mandolina-ever thine."

"Mandolina! Mandolina!"

When her house I reached, I cried: "Pardon, dearest love!" she answered"I'm the Russian Consul's bride!"

Thus, by Muscovite barbarian,

And by Fate, my life was crossed; Wonder ye I start at shadows? Types of Mandolina lost.

THE RETORT.

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

OLD Nick, who taught the village school,

Wedded a maid of homespun habit;

He was stubborn as a mule,

She was playful as a rabbit.

Poor Jane had scarce become a wife,

Before her husband sought to make her

The pink of country-polished life,

And prim and formal as a Quaker.

One day the tutor went abroad,

And simple Jenny sadly missed him;

When he returned, behind her lord

She slyly stole, and fondly kissed him!

The husband's anger rose !-and red
And white his face alternate grew!

"Less freedom, ma'am!"-Jane sighed and said,
"Oh, dear! I did n't know 't was you !"

SATIRICAL.