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1. WHOE’ER for pleasure plans a scheme,
Will find it vanish like a dream,
It cancels all its present ease.
How eagerly we all pursue ;
And fancy feed on promis'd pleasure. 3. Delia surveys, with curious eyes,
The clouds collected in the skies;
Have died away, like golden dreams. 4. Once on a time, a rustic dame,
(No matter for the lady's name,) Wrapped up in deep imagination, Indulged her pleasing contemplation;
While on a bench she took her seat,
5. While fond ideas filled her brain,
Of layings up, and monstrous gain,
6. “ Please Heaven but to preserve my health,
No doubt I shall have store of wealth;
7. “ And Lobbin then I'll mind no more,
Howe'er I loved him heretofore;
8. Action, alas! the speaker's grace,
Ne'er came in more improper place,
While down at once, with hideous fall,
WANT OF CONFIDENCE.-G. P. MORRIS.
1. A LITTLE Frenchman loaned a merchant five thousand dollars when the times were good. He called at the counting-house a few days since, in a state of agitation not easily described. “How do you do ?” inquired the merchant.
--ver sick,” replied monsieur. “ What's the matter ?" “ De times is de matter."
Detimes what disease is that ?" “ De maladie vat break all de marchants, ver much.”
2. “Ah-the times, eh?-well, they are bad, very bad, sure enough; but how do they affect you ?"
“ Vy, monsieur, I lose de confidance"
“Pardonnez moi, monsieur;* but I do not know who to trust à present, when all de marchants break several times, all to pieces.”
3. “ Then I presume you want your money ?"
You must ??
• Oui, monsieur,” said little dimity breeches, turning pale with apprehension for the safety of his money. * Pardon me, Sir.
can't do without it?" “No, monsieur, not von leetle moment longare.”
4. The merchant reached his bank book-drew a check on the good old Chemical for the amount, and handed it to his visiter.
“ Vat is dis, monsieur ?"
5. “Oh, yes, and I have plenty more. I owe nothing that I cannot pay at a moment's notice.”
The Frenchman was perplexed.
“ Vell, monsieur, you shall keep de l'argent for me some leetle year longer."
“Why, I thought you wanted it."
“ Tout au contraire. I no vant de l'argent-1 vant de grand confidance. Suppose you no got de money, den I vant him ver much-suppose you got him, den I no vant him at all. Vous comprenez, I eh ?"
6. After some further conference, the little Frenchman prevailed upon the merchant to retain the money, and left the counting-house with a light heart and a countenance very different from the one he wore when he entered.
This little sketch has a moral, if the reader has sagacity enough to find it out.
+ Quite the contrary.
1. WHOE'ER, with curious eye, has rang'd
Through Ovid's tales, has seen,
A tribe of worthless men.
2. Repentant soon th' offending race
Entreat the injur'd power,
And reason's aid restore.
3. Jove, sooth'd at length, his ear inclin'd,
And granted half their prayer,
Disperse in empty air.
4. Scarce had the thund'rer given the nod,
That shook the vaulted skies,
And stretch'd their dwindl'd size.
5. The hair in curls luxuriant now
Around their temples spread ;
Now dangl'd from the head.
6. The head remains unchang’d within.
Nor alter'd much the face;
And all its old grimace.
7. Thus half transform'd and half the same,
Jove bade them take their place,
Among the human race.