Give me the nymphs who this good hour In whose benignant eyes are beaming B The more I look upon thy grace, And the sweet voice of Eleanore. Had I been Lawrence, Kings had wanted The Catholic bids fair saints befriend him,- Miraculous, at your touch, would rise, Like that which glads me from your eyes. Unseal'd by you, these lips have spoken, You've tun'd a harp whose strings were broken, And warm'd a heart of callous clay; So, when my fancy next refuses To twine for you a garland more, Come back again, and be my Muses, FEMALE SOCIETY. Without female society, it has justly been said,that the beginning of men's lives would be helpless, the middle without pleasure, and the end without comfort. The celebrated D'Alembert makes a reflection that does honour to the female sex, and to his own feelings. "We are, in a peculiar manner," says he, "in want of the society of a gentle and amiable woman, when our passions have subsided, to participate our cares, calm and alleviate our sufferings, and enable us to support our infirmities. Happy is the man possessed of such a friend! and more happy still, if he can preserve her, and escape the misfortune of a survival." ON FIRE. The following beautiful Stanzas were addressed by Sheridan to the Ladies Eliza and Mary Birmingham, daughters of the late Earl of Louth. THE ELEMENT IS SUPPOSED TO SPEAK. In poets all my marks you'll see, E'en Blackmore can't conceal me. In Milton's page I glow by art, In Shakspeare's blaze a sudden start, In many more, as well as they, I'm gently lambent while I'm Gay, From smoke some tidings you may get,- Or find me, like some fond coquet, In other forms I oft am seen, I, with fine piercing brilliants' gleams, And, with these soft ethereal beams, DESCRIPTION OF LOVE. BY LORD BYRON. Yes! love, indeed, is light from heaven; Devotion wafts the mind above; But heaven itself descends in LOVE! THE BLOOD-SHOT EYE. BY T. MOORE. O, be not afraid, though your eye is so red, SMART REPLY. A fashionable lady asking a young nobleman, Ja which he thought the prettiest flowers,-roses or tulips; he replied, with great gallantry,-" Your ladyship's two lips before all the roses in the world." ACROSTIC. At Mount Edgecumbe is a head of Mrs. Damer, with the following David ne'er touch'd the harp like thee; Mansfield's bright eloquence is not like thine; Edgecumbe, who thinks thee all divine, Reveals his passion in this line. |