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But tis said to be heaven's hue;
And the sweet feeling they excite
Is near akin to heav'ns delight.

H. H. A

A VALENTINE.

Since still with plaintive strains to soothe theirwoe
Is all the solace hapless lovers know;
Turn not, fair Mary, those soft eyes away,
Deign but to hear, for love inspires my lay.
Lovely in feature, elegant in mien,
Open yet modest, lively yet serene,

Mild, tender, pensive, whose sweet smiles excite
A thousand fond sensations of delight,

Still in that heav'nly face, each charm we find
Reflects the beauties of a heav'nlier mind,
Where artless worth and polish'd sense impart
Each varied grace to win the lover's heart.
Charms, that with rapture view'd, augment my
pain,

Urge me to love, yet whisper love is vain.
Yet though I no poetic ardour boast,

If they could paint love best, who feel it most,
Soon would my heart such glowing words inspire,
As might in thine excite a mutual fire..
O would propitious fortune once be kind,
And realize the vision of my mind!

O could my prayers my fav'rite maid incline
To own her lover in her Valentine !--
But should she with disdain my vows return
Still must my bosom with affection burn;
Whate'er my lot, or crown'd by smiling love,
Or doom'd the anguish of despair to prove,

Whether

Whether with sunshine blest, or cloud e'ercast,
Mary, my hearts first choice, shall be its last!

Н. Н А.

EPIGRARM.

On a Gentleman named Crabb, who at the age of 70
married a Lady aged 24.

Virginis intacta zonam si solvere nescis
Auguror, oh cancer, mox capricornus eris.

-who

A Relation of the late Sam. Fe, having married a second Wife, by whom he was grievously tormented, Mr. F was celebrated for his wit, sent him the following lines.

Friend, thou art yoak'd and can'st not help the
thing,

Thou seest what power there's circled in a ring,
Better or worse, tis in the power of Fate
And not in man to alter thy estate;
Therefore take counsel, it is meritorious
In husbands, sometimes, to be uxorious.
Thou sayst she's clamorous, yea will disembogue
Too often-and not stick to call thee rogue.
To strike is barbarous, a better way
Observe-laugh at her, on thy viol play ;*
If she will needs in folly be prolix,

Sometimes inform her that she shames her

sex,

No

* The Gentleman was an excellent performer on the Violoncello.

No better way to calm a woman's ire
Than to breathe water, when she belcheth fire.

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SECTION V.

THE DINNER TABLE.
(A continuation from Number 4, Page 129. )

As the Montacute family were new arrivals, they oc cupied in compliance with ancient custom the last seats at the bottom of the table in the Dining room. Mrs. Montacute and the two young ladies sat, as etiquette required, on the female side of the table next the wall; nevertheless a Gentleman of great corpulency had stationed himself there in defiance of all rule. He sat undisturbed amidst the confusion of tongues and of feet; his right hand grasping a knife, and his eyes eagerly directed to a dish of harico, which stood before him, as if he was waiting till the proper disposition of the company should give some appearance of decency to the attack he meditated. This man had placed himself so precisely in the middle of the vacant space, that there was no room either above or below him for three ladies to sit together. As he did not seem a person anxious, or indeed made for active accommodation, Mrs. Montacute and her daughter seated themselves above him. Miss Osborne placed herself at his right hand, and the vacant seat below her was immediately occupied by a young quakeress. Opposite sat three more friends, her Father, Mother and Sister, with Miss Montacute. Two seats, yet remaining, were soon after filled up by two Gentleman, the first of whom, a young man of dashing appearance, and well essenced, sat down immediately opposite to Miss Montacute, whom he began to survey with the utmost selfpossession. In the other, Mr. Montacute recognized a friend, whom he had not lately seen, and with whom, after the first salutation, he entered into close conversation. During

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During dinner, discourse was as usual confined by the calls of appetite within its usual limits. The fat Gentleman opened his lips only to engulph his food. Nothing drew his eyes from his own plate and the neighbouring dishes, until he had satisfied the calls of appetite. After dinner was removed, he hemmed loudly, wiped his mouth and chin with his handkerchief, and cast his eyes deliberately upon each of the company within their reach The greatest difficulty that occurred in the general inspection was to see those who sat next him. To obviate this, he turned himself by gradual motions half round, and having contemplated alternately the countenances of Miss Montacute and Miss Osborne, resumed his former posture with a grunt, that seemed to indicate there were no more to look at. He then called for a bottle of claret, and taking some goosberries on his plate, began again to exercise his insatiable laws.

Miss Osborne was greatly amused by this specimen of man she had never seen before, and sometimes interchanged a smile with her friend, and even with the young quakeresses, who seemed highly disposed to mirth by his curious manner and appearance. Mr. Montacute and his friend, whose name was Gardner, had been engaged in talking over various events and matters in which they were individually interested, when the corpu. lent stranger took advantage of an interval in their conversation to ask if they chose to taste the clarét. They both answered in the negative; Mr. Gardner observing that he seldom found claret at public places worth drinking. "Damme Sir, said the Gentleman who had ac companied Mr. Gardner into the room, if you want any body to take claret, I'm your man. Come, you and I'll go halves in all the claret and goosberries in the house, buck?" The other answered only by pushing the bottle to his side of the

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Martha was a girl below the middle stature, lightly and actively made, with a fair clear complexion and a keen and sprightly eye. To an attentive observer she seemed to wear the costume of her society rather by compulsion than choice, and had a forward and masculine air with her, that little accorded with the feminine delicacy of her form, or suited the sober grey habit in which she was dressed. In compliance with her Father's commands, Martha unhesitatingly said; "My sister and myself, after having perambulated for some

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