Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.