CICERO. How good must be the author of all goodness! CESAR. And Óh, how greén the sówer óf all gráss! CARLSRUHE, Jan. 19, 1856. TRUTH. THERE is no trúth but móral truth, th' accordance Essential truth, th' accórdance of th' expression Go tó! go tó! then, thoú that seék'st essential, To eách age, séx and circumstance and station Thing and expréssion; and that judgment 's truth By which, and which alone, he estimates, The truth or falsehood of his neighbour's judgment. Go, reader, then, and to thy moral truth And when men talk to thee of truth essential Away in the pursuít, here or there or yonder, From that day forward want a pleasant pástime, CARLSRUHE, Febr. 5, 1856. TO MY LOST ONE. * As long as I hád thee, thou dearly loved flower, Ah! then came the cold frozen winter and stórm. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 14, 1856. *See page 181 of this volume and DIRGE FOR THE XIII. DEC. MDCCCLII. in MY BOOK. CORRIGENDA. Page 14. Page 98. Page 118. Page 149. Page 173. Page 197. Line 7 from bottom, instead of delirium read Delirium Last line, after that and after advancement supply comma. Line 3 from bottom, dele comma. Line 2 from top, after sun and after séts supply comma. Dresden, printed by C. C. MEINHOLD AND Sons. CONTENTS. [Titles are printed in capital letters, first lines in ordinary type.] They lived through every change of wind and weather I can put up with people of all sorts, if only they have money. 6 7 9 10 11 11 12 13 13 14 15 16 17 17 20 21 22 22 23 24 25 25 26 27 28 Page PASKEWITSCH Réstless as billows of the sea TRUE FRIENDS. TICK TICK TICK. Í, being a boy, used thus to count my fingers "Why 's a priest like a fingerpost, you dunce ?" There was a curious creáture 31 31 Within the convent of Johannathal Sometimes I 've with my Muse a miff Sweet breathes the hawthorn in the early spring Wéll, it is a dárling creáture! I like the Belgian cleanliness and comfort WRITTEN UNDER A PORTRAIT OF CARDINAL MEZZOFANTI Once on a time it happened as I was lounging in the Vatican I wish I wére that little mouse. TO THE KEY OF MY STRONG BOX. 39 43 60 62 64 65 70 81 82 83 What dog is thát, Sir, tell me, pray "If well thou wouldst get through this troublesome world" Another and another and another . Get up, fool, fróm your bended knee THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 94 94 96 97 98 THE BEGGAR AND THE BISHOP. . 100 Tóngueless thou 'st yét a triple voice, gray lock |