SAYING OF CONFUCIUS. TIME maintains a threefold stride; Lingering, the future draweth nigh us, Darts the present quickly by us, Motionless doth aye the past abide. No impatience is availing To impel when he delays; No reluctance, or bewailing, When he flies, his passage stays ; Stops he? By no spell e'er spoken Shall his awful rest be broken. Wouldst thou, on life's journey wending, Bring it to a happy ending? With the Lingerer counsel take; Trust him not to do or make : Do not as thy friend the Fleet one know, Nor the Motionless as foe. RARITIES. (FREE.) 'Tis said we may expect Among us, soon, a band Of worthies more select Than ever graced the land: Just see if they're at hand, Jack; Just see if they're at hand. A parson who in nought Of pelf, or pleasure, dreams; Who makes the poor his thought, And is the saint he seems. Just see if he's at hand, Jack; Just see if he's at hand. A righteous judge who reads The law that he lays down, And e'en when beauty pleads Reveres his ermined gown. Just see if he's at hand, Jack; Just see if he's at hand. A husband and his wife Whom mutual vows inthrall; He loves her more than life, And is her all-in-all. Just see if they're at hand, Jack; Just see if they're at hand. A critic all unstung By spite; a barrister Who sometimes holds his tongue; A fair financier. Just see if they're at hand, Jack; Just see if they're at hand. |