THE STAR-GAZING LOVERS.

As a lady and her admirer were, one fine evening, contemplating the starry heavens, she fixed her eyes on a particularly bright star, and seemed completely wrapt-up in the contemplation of so glorious an object. Her lover, perceiving this, looked in her face, and exclaimed, with gallant kindness,-"Look not on the star so earnestly, my life-I cannot give it you."

THE BEAUTIFUL THIEF.

E'en whilst thou slep'st in infant rest,
Thou stol'st the whiteness of the snow;
And soon thy cheek a blush possess'd,-
'Twas stolen from the morning's glow.

Thy lips the perfum'd Zephyr stole ;
Thy mouth, fair Ophir's pearl :
It seem'd, as if the Muse's soul
Were robb'd for thee, dear girl!

Thy face, as Beauty's Queen, was fair
By thy monopolizing art,
Thou stol'st Apollo's brow of hair,

Then stole away my heart.

Now, at thy feet, thou God of Love,
Behold thy votary bent!

I ask thee, by thy power above,

To bring the thief to punishment.

Let Hymen be the culprit's chain,
And bind these pilfer'd charms;
Her prison too I will explain :-

Oh! let it be my arms.

NEW JURISDICTION.

When Counsellor Madan was once at Croydon Assizes, he went, in company with a very beautiful young lady, to hear the trials. In the course of conversation, the lady happened to say, that she thought some of the little offenders were punished with too much severity; while others, though guilty of greater crimes, were suffered to escape. "Do you not think So, sir?""I do, madam," replied he; "and if you will lend me your pencil, I will give it you under my hand." Upon which, the lady presented it to him; and he immediately wrote the following gallant lines :

"Whilst petty offences and felonies smart,

Is there no jurisdiction for stealing a heart?

You, fair one, may smile; and cry, Law, I defy you!'

Assur'd that no peers can be summon'd to try you.

But think not this paltry excuse will secure ye:
The Muses and Graces will just make a jury.”

WOMAN'S LOVE.

Oh! woman's love 's a holy light;

And, when 'tis kindled, ne'er can die :

It lives, though treachery and slight,
To quench the constant flame may try;
Like joy, when it grows, 'tis seen
To wear an everlasting green;
Like joy, too, 'tis found to cling,

Too often, round a worthless thing.
Oh! woman's love, at times, it may
Seem cold, or clouded, but it burns
With true undeviating ray,

And never from its idol turns.

THE GENEROUS LOVER.

On the base shrine of sordid Love
Lay all the gems of India's shore;
My mind such gifts will never move :
Give me thy heart—I ask no more.

Or if thou think'st thy throbbing breast
Would scarce endure a vacant space;

Ah! set thy fearful heart at rest;
I'll give thee mine to fill its place.

TO A BROTHER AND SISTER,

Both extremely fair, but each having lost an eye.

An eye both Lycidas and Julia want,

Yet both are fairer than the gods above:

Could'st thou, sweet youth, thine eye to Julia grant, Thou would'st be Cupid, She the Queen of Love.

IMPROMPTU ;

On seeing a beautiful French girl, whose mother was an English

woman.

No wonder that her cheeks disclose

A blush so crimson, and a skin so fair;
England has lent her loveliest rose,

To blend with France's lilies there.

TO WOMAN.

Ye are stars of the night, ye are gems of the morn;
Ye are dew-drops, whose lustre illumines the thorn:
And rayless that night is, that morning unblest,
When no beam in your eye lights up peace in the breast;
And the sharp thorn of sorrow sinks deep in the heart,
Till the sweet lip of woman assuages the smart.

"Tis her's, o'er the couch of misfortune to bend; In foudness a lover, in firmness a friend;

And prosperity's hour, be it ever confest,

From woman receives both refinement and rest:
And, adorn'd by the bays, or enwreath'd by the willow,
Her smile is our meed, and her bosom our pillow.

THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE

was remarkable for the uncommon expression and brilliancy of her eyes. She once, in passing to her carriage, was crossed in her path by a dustman,

who, in hastily stepping aside to make room for her Grace, elicited a glauce from them, when he abruptly exclaimed, “Lord bless your dear eyes! how bright they are! A man might light his pipe at

them."

Her Grace has often been heard to declare, with peculiar naïveté, in answer to several high-flown compliments on her beauty, "What is this, compared with the dustman's pipe?"

HORACE WALPOLE'S LINES TO MADAME DE VALEGAGNAN,

On the seizure of her clothes by a custom-house officer.

Pardon, fair traveller, the troop,

That barr'd your wardrobe's way;

Nor think your silks, your gowns, and hoop,
Were objects of their prey.

For who, when authoriz'd by law

To strip a form like yours,

Would rest content with what he saw,
And not exert his powers?

QUEEN ELIZABETH & SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

The following gallant action of Sir Walter Raleigh, which occasioned his advancement by his Sovereign, is thus admirably described by the author of "Kenilworth." The Queen, it seems, was on the