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LUCK.

Ir happy you would be tomorrow
Today must be a day of sorrow,

For Fortune's never tired of ranging
And Lúck of all things loves place-changing:
Today good luck, tomorrow bad;

Sórry today, tomorrow glad;

Take úp, put down; now none, now all;
So spins teetotum, twirls the ball;
Lúcky, we bless kind Providence,
Unlucky, with no jot more sense
Upbraid the Author of all ill,
For mán must be religious still,

And have his Oberon and his Puck,

Thát for his good, this for his ill luck.

TAUERNHAUS, FEHRLEITEN, at the foot of the GROSS-GLOCKNER, July 16, 1854.

GOOD AND BAD.

THE first draught of cold water when you 're thirsty

Is not delicious only but divine,

Bálsam and nectar or whatever more

The grateful heart can say or think of praise;
The sécond draught falls short of the delicious,
Though not unpleasant, though even pleasant still;
The third palls on the taste and you turn fróm it
Averse, and will no more, not even one drop;
Fórced to the fourth you swallow with displeasure,

Loathing and pain the odious beverage,
Which, forced upon you still, becomes at last
Your dírest enemy, your deadliest poison,
The water all the while being the same,
And the last draught refreshing as the first,
Hadst thoú thyself not in the meantime changed.

Go tó! go tó! ye that an absolute good
Or ábsolute bád find in the outward world
And look not in yourselves for that which makes
The indifferent, outward object good or bad.

ALPNACH in the valley of SARNEN, Sept. 23, 1854.

PROVIDENCE.

cát that in a barn the day
Had moúsing spent among the hay
Without success, and thought her fast
Was likely now till morn to last,
Spied, with her eyes half closed to sleep,
Out of a hole a fát rat creep

And joyful cried, with claw and fang
As on th' unhoped-for prey she sprang:
"Who could believe with common sense
There's no such thing as Providence?
What but a special Providence sent.
This fat rat for my nourishment?"
"Áh," squeaked the rát loud, "it's a good

Providence gives rats to cats for food!"

LICHTENSTEIN in SAXONY, June 19, 1854.

EXPERIENCE.

"THERE's nothing like experience"

An old fly to a young one say, as both

I heard once

About my study buzzed in the golden sunbeams:
"Only experience teaches what to follow

And what to shun; only experience guides
In safety through th' intricacies of life.
Bút for experience Í had months ago

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The préy been of that fell and cunning spider;
Bút for experience' salutary counsel
I'd limed perhaps both foot and wing ere now
In yón pestiferous dish of viscid flý-trap.
List éver to experience, child, and thank God
That he's vouchsafed us the unerring guide
But aren't you lonely in this wide room here?
Cóme and let's pay a visit to the blackbird
That sings so sweetly in the cage in the window."
"Let's go by áll means if it 's only safe,"
Replied the young fly; "what says your experience?"
"Nóthing on this point; I have never yét been
Inside a blackbird's cage; it 's plain it 's pleasant,
We'll never younger learn whether it's safe;
Expérience can be got only by trying.”

So said, and through the bars direct they flew,
With cívil buzz of greeting, to the blackbird
Who in the midst of his song made so long pause
As was required to snap at and down swallow
First óne and then the other of th' intruders,

Then, taking up his song again, praised God

That only after the evil comes experience.

While travelling with the Postboy from NEUSTADT to GEISSENFELD (BAVARIA), July 3, 1854.

INSTINCT.

"PSHAW!" said a wise, grave moth that, as it flitted
About my candle that same evening, heard me
Télling a friend the story thou 'st just read,
"They were a pair of fools or worse, those flies;
Instinct's the only guide, the sure safe rule
Supplied to every creature by its kind
And provident creator; never lét me,
While I have life, forsake or disobey thee,
Unérring counsellor, monitor and friend;
And whither first?" "Direct into the light
That spreads such bright warm radiance all around."
"I'm but too happy" said the moth and into

The flame flew straight and, in the wick entangled,

Was burned into a cinder on the instant.

SATTEL, Canton Schwyz, Sept. 19, 1854.

IT happened as a fox and wolf together

Were travelling by the way and both were hungry, They saw a man approaching, and to the wolf

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Thus said the fox: "Here comes one of those ugly,
Vicious, malignant creatures who for pastime
Hunt wolves and foxes, and assert that God
Made this fair world and all that it contains
For their sole use and interest and profit.
Cóme, let us shew that God has some care too
For wolves and foxes; nót that flesh of man

To mé 's particularly sweet or dainty,

And were I not by hunger pressed I 'd hold it
Almost beneath me to defile my blood

With éven the least admixture of the blood.
of the foul, lying, hypocritical monster;

But húnger has no law; so fall thou on him
And tear him to the ground, whilst I keep watch
Lest any of his fellows come to his aid."
"The counsel 's excellent," replied the wolf,
"And I'm quite ready to perform my part;
The more as, unlike you, I find the flesh
Of that sleek, pampered animal a bónne bouche,
And hold it for mere cowardice in our kind
That they prefer to prey on harmless lambs
And leave their direst and most cruel foe
To riot as he will, untouched, unpunished.'
He said, and on the man sprang with a howl,
And tóre him down, then called the fox to supper;

And thús both, mocking, said as in his vitals

They fléshed their tusks: "Where's now the Providence That made us and all creatures for thy use?”

PRIMIERO, in the Italian TYROL, July 31, 1854.

F thou would'st lead a quiet life
Respéct my corns, my creed, my wife

Three ténder points

and I'll agree

The same points to respect in thee.

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ETZELBERG, in the Canton SCHWYZ, in Switzerland, Sept. 18, 1854.

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