"WASTING time!" time can't be wasted; Time is neither strength nor treasure. Where is 't? let me see 't what! thát, time? Why, it's growing, each moment, bigger, PRETTY Moon, whom I so often Sée pass smiling by, this way, Don't you know the white-washed cabin Pretty Moon, next time you 're passing, Take a peep in at the window, Ánd bid Bessie Brown good night; And if Bessie Brown should ask you Sitting on this stile, and playing Ón his pipe, to keep care down, ROSAMOND, Oct. 23, 1859. A TAP came to my bedroom door, one day, Restless, desponding, every moment worse: "Who's there? come in," said I, and Death came in, And shook his dart. I put a good face on 't, But fairly own, I wished him out again. Once, twice Death shook his dart, and the third time Had raised, and was in the very act to strike, And breathless burst into the room the doctor, And parried skilful, with gold-headed cane, Death's thrust, and saved me - saved me, as I thought And grateful cried out, handing him his fee. "That fee is mine," said Death, and clutched it fast, "Or should be mine my well-earned, just-due fee, For saving thee not now indeed, for now I'm baffled for the moment, but next time, And not far off 's next time for saving thee From sickness, pain and sorrow, and the doctor." I stared; the doctor stared; upon his heel Death turned about, and, muttering, stumped down stairs. ROSAMOND, April 30, 1859. "THERE was a time the world admired SIR JOHN MOORE'S BURIAL ODE," As side by side we rode, The parsonage in view, Where Wolfe had lived and loved and died, "Ay, ay, there was a time," replied "It was the time the world believed Poor Wolfe!" He said, and wiped his eye; ROSAMOND, Nov. 24, 1859. THE CHAMOIS-HUNTER. My father, chamois-hunting, fell and died; ROSAMOND, Sept. 10, 1859. A RARE, scarce yet acclimatized exotic, Only toward evening rich with flowers and fruit, Hollyhocks, sunflowers, paeonies and dahlias, And, in his mournful hours, would linger néar it, Fanning it with his sighs, and with his tears Watering alas! 'twas his own type and image. ROSAMOND, Jan. 10, 1860. |