Ask me no more, whither do stray
'The golden atoms of the day;

For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.

Ask me no more, whither doth haste
The Nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more, where those stars light,
That downward fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their sphere.

Ask me no more, if east or west
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you, at last, she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.

ON A LADY AT CHURCH.

So fair a form, with such devotion join'd,
A virgin body, and a spotless mind!

Pleas'd with her pray'rs, while Heaven, propitious,

sees

The lovely vot'ress on her bended knees,

Sure, it must think some Angel lost its way,
And happ'ning on our wretched earth to stray,
Tir'd with our follies, fain would take its flight,

And begs to be restor❜d to those blest realms of light.

GALLANTRY AND PIETY UNITED.

A young gentleman and lady happened to be in the same pew, in a free church in America. During the course of the sermon, the youth read something in the eyes of the fair which made a deeper impression on his mind than the pious lecture of the preacher. As love, although blind, is never at a loss for expedients, he presented the maiden, whose charms had attracted his notice, with the following passage, being the 5th verse of the Second Epistle

of St. John.

"Now, I beseech thee, lady, not as though I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another."

After reading this passage, the lady, in reply, promptly referred her suitor to another passage, in the Old Testament, the 16th verse of the 1st chapter of Ruth.

"Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for, whither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God shall be my God."

TO ANTHEA,

Who may command him any thing.

BY HERRICK.

Bid me to live, and I will live

Thy Protestant to be;

Or bid me love, and I will give

A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and, free,

As in the whole world thou can'st find,
That heart I'll give to thee.

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree:

Or bid it languish quite away,
And it shall do't for thee.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see:
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,

The very eyes of me,

And hast command of every part,

To live and die for thee.

ON A LADY WHO LOVED ANGLING.

Some, by the bending reed's slow aid,
May boast the unwary fish betray'd;

Others may finny shoals beset,

And sweep 'em with the treach'rous net
But why should Sylvia use deceit,

Who is herself, her own best bait?
Step but undress'd within the brook,
And smile at ev'ry needless hook ;
Each willing fish will round thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee than thou him;
Or if one fish, uncaught, goes by,
That fish is wiser far than I.

LEFT UPON A YOUNG LADY'S TOILETTE.

Soft God of Sleep! when next you seal

The charming Celia's eyes,

In dreams to the dear maid reveal,

Who 'tis that for her dies.

But should the fair one be displeas'd
At the unwelcome theme,

Fly her, and let her heart be eas'd,
By finding it a dream.

A DREAM.

BY T. MOORE.

I thought this heart consuming lay
On Cupid's burning shrine:

I thought he stole thy heart away,
And plac'd it near to mine.

I saw thy heart begin to melt,
Like ice before the sun,

Till both a glow congenial felt,

And mingled into one!

OH! COME TO THESE FOND ARMS.

BY RICHARD RYAN.

Oh! come to these fond arms, ne'er to depart,
Thou light of this care-fraught, and desolate heart;
Far, far from the world and its coldness we'll flee,
A desert is sunshine, if brighten'd by thee.

I reck not if jewels or gems are thy fate,

Or if high birth thy womanish soul doth elate,

If the heart, thou wilt give me, will closely entwine With the one which now throbs in this bosom of mine.

COMETS AND WOMEN.

Comets, doubtless, answer some wise and good purpose in the creation :-so do women. Comets are incomprehensible, beautiful, and eccentric :-so are women. Comets shine most brilliant at night :-so do women. Comets are enveloped with a lucid nebula, through which their forms are visible:-so are those of women, through their light and elegant attire. Comets confound the most learned, when they attempt to ascertain their nature:-so do women.