THE STREAM OF LIFE.-ANDREW PARK. 1. I THREW three flowers into a stream And these, three men of strife!" 2. I placed them gently side by side Then on they rushed, like things of pride But soon earth's common lot, alloy, 3. One that bade well to be the first Has hit upon a jarring rock, The others, heedless of his fate, Move joyously along, Nor mourn their poor, wrecked brother's state, Self-love has grown so strong. 4. But, ha! the foremost of the two Has caught upon a brier; And now the third one rushes past, Impatient with desire. Though all are trav'ling down to death, Ne'er to retrace life's stream, Yet do they thus mark other's wo, Nor sad nor sickly seem. 5. On bounds the one triumphantly, And gaze on their relentless friend 6. Thus moves mankind o'er mother earth- All are alike at weakly birth, YOUNG LOCHINVAR.-WALTER SCOTT. 1. O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, 2. He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river, where ford there was none, But ere he alighted, at Netherby gate, The bride had consented the gallant came late; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen, of brave Lochinvar. 3. So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all, Then spoke the bride's father his hand on his sword, in "O come ye Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" 4. "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; 5. The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. 6. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; 7. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near, So light to the croup, the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung: "She's won, we are gone, over bank, bush and scaur, They'll have swift steeds that follow," quoth young Lochin var. 8. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan, Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing on Cannobie Lea, Have you e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? THE POOR MAN'S MAY.-SAUNDERS. 1. SWEET May! they tell me thou art come: Thou art not come to me; I cannot spare a single hour, Sweet May! to welcome thee. God knows how hard I've worked this week, And see we have an empty board,— 2. And thou art still the same sweet May I thought, oh! what a lovely world 3. The hawthorn buds have come again, And apple blossoms too; And all the idle, happy birds May sing the long day through. The old green lane awakes once more, Alas! green lane, my heart may die- THE BACHELOR'S DAY. 1. THE bachelor's morning is weary and sad: His coffee is cold, and his shoes are not brushed- 2. He comforts himself for his sorrows by thinking, 3. He tags at the bell-pull, by fury inspired, To lecture the landlady till he is tired; But she takes precious care to be out of the way 4. He then finds that the temper to which she has driven him, Is not like to be sweetened by the beer she has given him, 5. The whole afternoon he has nothing to do He reads his old newspaper twenty times through; 6. Between yawning and nodding, time passes away, Now surely the fates will relent at his lot, 7. Alas, no!-to his sorrow no tea will pour out; |