THERE are two sisters; óne with bright, And outstretched hand and warm embrace, And step alert, and such sweet voice As mákes the hearer's heart rejoice. Nó company is to my mind In which I don't this sister find. Néver in this world was seen The cóming and the parting friend, One opens, and one shuts, the door; "Et grato remeat securior ictu." IN Róme's old days of glóry, when a cítizén thought fit He called the várlet tó him, and, bidding him steády stánd, That sight I never saw; but I 've seen as cúrious sight And I'm sorry I wasn't bý, when, defying áll beliéf, "Get úp, Sir loín," he said, with a flát slap óf his knife, And worthier knight made néver the goód prince ín his life. GOTHA, Octob. 14, 1855. MUSINANDO. POET. O thou who all things here belów understandest, Far Limbo, dim Púrgať'ry, Tártarus deép, Who delightest thy friends to instruct and enlighten, Who never forgéttest and mák'st no mistákes, Have I leave, in the State's name, O Múse, to put to thee Some few questions statístic concerning thyself? MUSE. I'm no friend of statístics revived Inquisitions Th' old sérpent crept back in the guise of a lámb; POET. First of all, with a view to idéntificátion, The Státe asks thy náme. MUSE. Asks my náme! let me think Euterpe, Melpomene, Érato, Clío, Choose which thou lik'st bést one 's as good as another Perhaps nóne quite correct, but I ánswer to áll. POET. That's the first point disposed of. Now, what's thy religion? MUSE. Like the State's, it depends upon tíme, place and fashion; Long Págan, then Christian; Mahómmedan néver, Never Mórmon or Jewish, though with time 'tmay be either. POET. That's the second point settled. Now, whére wert thou born? MUSE. In Beótia my foés say, my friends say in Heaven; Can't one have a good mémory without being old? I've never been used And thou too, Mr. Poet, to make thyself párty! Fare thee well; happy live; serve the Státe; keep progréssing POET. I'll go after but where shall I find her? Whither turn to look fór her? her dómicile whére? Fool! that might'st to that question have hád her own answer Hadst thou deált but a little more gingerly with her And not touched her áge till thou 'dst leárned her abóde Serváte secúndis;" i. e. in plain prose: The dear girl when she comes next perhaps may be sófter I'll depend on thee, Máro, for whó ever bétter Than Máro the maid knew, or questioned her clóser, -- not quite faír — wórse kept her sécrets? thou 'st been scúrvily treated, Or gót her to tell more, or Poor Múse, I must ówn; and if thou but cóm'st back I swear by Parnássus I 'll néver to mórtal Or ask thee from henceforth one pérsonal question; THE ASTRONOMERS. Ir chanced as I pássed by my bárn one fine évening As I stood looking at them, and they at the sunset Had júst put: "I'll tell you, my dear, all about it: "The sun séts in the Wést; then beneath the round earth Goes across to the East and there rises again; His rising makes day and his setting makes night, |