Since after my practice with governess Mary, I must be a Poly-glot Dic-ti-onary, I'll" found and endow" a benevolent college For practical lectures on labial knowledge. And thus, having finished my lip education, I'll write a sweet treatise on-Deosculation.* * Vide Johnson or Walker. THE BRIDE. (A PORTRAIT.) "But earthlier happy is the rose distilled, "E' un compendio di tutte le perfezione." O SEE you yonder Ladie-three?-the midmost is the bride, How know you her? I know her well, from all the world beside, From all the vestal world I mean, I know that jewel bright, And a gentler or more lovely bride, neʼer bless'd a bridal night. I know her by the orange-flower, that Hymen only braids- I know her by the playful smile, that dimples in her cheekI know her by the joy she shows-she shows, but may not speak: I know her by that inward laugh, which chuckling seems to say, Of all my young and mirthful life, this is my happiest day. I know her by that lightsome step, as if she walk'd on air- O long, my bud of beauty, may that airy step be thine- THE LILY OF LOVE. (Written in an ORCHARD, in the Under-cliff, Isle of Wight.) "I oft have heard That angels condescend to smile on man." "Cara al mio cuor tu sei Cio ch'e il sole agli occhi miei." SWEET daughter of Vectis,* the stranger-one sighs, In many a land, where the beautiful bloom, *The classic name for the Isle of Wight. But never confess'd, bear me witness, ye moon, Then, lady, vouchsafe, ere the stranger-one roam, A minstrel's devotion and truth to insure, If hallowing beauty be reckon'd a crime, O smile once again on the lone Troubadour. Soft, soft, be thy slumbers, sweet Lily of Love, |