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THE STREAM OF LIFE.-ANDREW PARK.
1. I THREW three flowers into a stream
That swiftly journeyed by,
Of May's reviving sky.
“This is the stream of life,
And these, three men of strife !"
2. I placed them gently side by side
Upon the sparkling stream,
Aroused from Morphean dream.
Along their pebbly way,
Has seized them in their play.
3. One that bade well to be the first
'Mong the ambitious three,
And to the side runs he.
Move joyously along,
wrecked brother's state, Self-love has grown so strong.
4. But, ha! the foremost of the two
Has caught upon a brier;
Impatient with desire.
Ne'er to retrace life's stream,
Nor sad nor sickly seem.
5. On bounds the one triumphantly,
More pleased to reign alone,
Is dashed against a stone:
The other two sweep by,
on their relentless friend
Exceptions, little claim :
And have no wit nor name.
They sail life's fleeting river;
Which some find, and some never !
YOUNG LOCHINVAR.-WALTER SCOTT.
1. O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide border his steed was the best-
Lochinvar 2. He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Eske river, where ford there was none,
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,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" 4. “I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ;
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide;
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
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,
THE POOR MAN'S MAY. SAUNDERS.
1. SWEET May! they tell me thou art come:
Thou art not come to me;
Sweet May! to welcome thee.
To earn my children bread;
My children are unfed.
2. And thou art still the same sweet May
My childhood loved so well,
Along some primrose dell.
Is this, dear God has given;
For any other heaven!
3. The hawthorn buds have come again,
And apple blossoms too;
May sing the long day through.
And looks perhaps for me;
I cannot come to thee.
THE BACHELOR'S DAY.
1. The bachelor's morning is weary and sad:
His bread is ill-toasted, his butter is bad;
Breakfast thus leaveth him angry and flush'd.
At dinner at least he'll have eating and drinking: “Good ale and beefsteak no misfortune can hinder,”But the steak, when brought up, is found burn'd to a
3. He tags at the bell-pull, by fury inspired,
To lecture the landlady till he is tired;
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, So he rises in wrath. “But my tea cannot miss,” He half doubtingly says, “ to be better than this."
5. The whole afternoon he has nothing to do
He reads his old newspaper twenty times through;
But the rain is so heavy he cannot go out.
And tea comes at last, after weary delay :
And allow him “ the cup that inebriates not.” 7. Alas, no to his sorrow no tea will pour out;
For a host of tea-leaves have got fixed in the spout, And before he can clean out the obdurate stopper, The tea is as cold as the bread and the butter.