But you've as many sweethearts as you'd count | Well, yes,

on both your hands,

if you saw us out driving Each day in the park, four-in-hand;

And for myself there's not a thumb or little If you saw poor dear mamma contriving finger stands.

O, you're the flower o' womankind in country or in town;

The higher I exalt you, the lower I'm cast down.

If some great lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright,

And you to be his lady, I'd own it was but right.

O, might we live together in a lofty palace hall, Where joyful music rises, and where scarlet curtains fall!

O, might we live together in a cottage mean and small;

With sods of grass the only roof, and mud the only wall!

O lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty's my distress;

It's far too beauteous to be mine; but I'll never

wish it less.

for me yet.

A dozen engagements I've broken;
I left in the midst of a set;
Likewise a proposal, half spoken,
That waits. on the stairs
They say he'll be rich,
- when he grows up,
And then he adores me indeed.
And you, sir, are turning your nose up,
Three thousand miles off, as you read.
"And how do I like my position?"

And what do I think of New York?"
"And now, in my higher ambition,
With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk?"
"And is n't it nice to have riches
And diamonds and silks and all that?"
"And are n't it a change to the ditches
And tunnels of Poverty Flat?"

To look supernaturally grand,

If

you saw papa's picture, as taken
By Brady, and tinted at that,
You'd never suspect he sold bacon
And flour at Poverty Flat.

And yet, just this moment, when sitting
In the glare of the grand chandelier,
In the bustle and glitter befitting
The finest soirée of the year,"
In the mists of a gaze de chambéry
And the hum of the smallest of talk,
Somehow, Joe, I thought of "The Ferry,"
And the dance that we had on "The Fork ;"

Of Harrison's barn, with its muster
Of flags festooned over the wall;

Of the candles that shed their soft lustre

And tallow on head-dress and shawl;
Of the steps that we took to one fiddle;
Of the dress of my queer vis-à-vis ;

And how I once went down the middle

With the man that shot Sandy McGee;

Of the moon that was quietly sleeping
On the hill, when the time came to go;
Of the few baby peaks that were peeping
From under their bedclothes of snow;
Of that ride, - that to me was the rarest;
Of the something you said at the gate :
Ah, Joe, then I wasn't an heiress

To "the best-paying lead in the State."

That my heart's somewhere there in the ditches, And with my advice, faith, I wish you'd take And you've struck it,

When everything smiles, should a beauty look Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,

And how do you know, with the comforts I've And what was his errand he soon let her know.

And though I'd question her, I did not doubt I've met a lovely girl out here;

Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway

Of magic potent over sun and star,

Is love, though oft to agony distrest,

LOVE'S BLINDNESS.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. I.

SHAKESPEARE.

And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Ladrmia.

breast.

WORDSWORTH.

Hero and Leander.

C. MARLOWE.

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. told,

Merchant of Venice, Acti. Sc. 6.

SHAKFSPEARE.

When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!

Rape of the Lock, Cant. v.

Our souls sit close and silently within

POPE.

And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such
That spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Mariage a la Mode, Act ii. Sc. 1.

DRYDEN.