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AN air balloon, it seemed, or diving-bell,
Wakening alarmed, “few things are what they seem.” Walking from NECKARELZ to MUDAU (WÜRTTEMBERG), July 30, 1861.
Behold a néw pump to the Mantuan spring!
Drink deep and drain the cup there are no lees. LOBENSTEIN (Reuss), Sept. 14, 1861.
UP to the ears, I have heard it said,
A man may be in love,
My business 'tis to prove.
A man may be so deep in love
It covers both his eyes,
Answer me that, ye wise.
Now if a man may be in love
Deep over both his eyes, Up to the eyes that he may be,
Need not, I think, surprise.
Up to the eyes, I have been in love,
Up to the ears, I have been; Over both eyes and ears in love,
An odd time I have been seen;
Over both eyes and ears, but not
Until today quite drowned, Able to touch, until today,
With tippy-toes the ground.
The why I know, but shall I tell
Or leave the world to guess ?
Today first time, my Bess.
KNOW thine own self, the wise man said of old,
And leave 't to others so to do by thee.
I HAVE three friends who read my books
And love both them and me,
My Sophy, she makes three.
I wish they all were here yet no,
I were too happy then;
Nor for the sons of men.
Enough for me the human lot
Of mingled bliss and woe;
Of pain, to see one go.
"I'll hear no more," Dame Fortune cried,
And rolled off on her wheel;
A triple share of weal.
"Happy the man who has one friend,
And thou own'st thou hast three."
I meant not to tax thee,
"Or count my friends, the many friends
I love, and who love me;
My books were read by three."
ROMA, CAPITALE D'ITALIA.
Nap, I 've heard say, 's the main spring that makes go The great clock of France, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Balderdash! Louis Nap 's but the hour-hand that shows How fast or how slow the great clock of France goes ; And till the clock strikes, his friend Victor must wait, Like a wolf looking in from the wrong side the gate On a savoury bone in the house lapdog's paws, Whilst the slaver runs down on the ground from his jaws. God keep the gate shut, make the good cause his own, And save from the robber both lapdog and bone!
CASA CARTONI AI CAVALLEGGIERI, LEGHORN, Dec. 24, 1861.
*Two hundred men and eighteen killed
For want of a second door!
Had cost one penny more.
And what is it else makes England great,
At home, by land, by sea, But her cheap coal, and eye's tail turned
Toward strict economy?
But if a slate falls off the roof
And kills a passer-by,
Makes some half-dead man die,
* At ten o'clock on the morning of Thursday, January 16, 1862, the great iron beam of the steam - engine which worked the pumps of the Hester coal pit near Hartley in Northumberland, snapped across, portion of the beam, 40 tons in weight, fell into the shaft, tearing away the boarded lining so that the earthy sides collapsed and fell in, filling up the shaft in such a manner as not only, to cut off all communication between the interior of the pit and the outer world, but entirely to obstruct all passage of pure air into, and of foul air out of, the pit. All the persons who were at work below at the time, two hundred and eighteen in number, were of course suffocated, nor was it until the seventh day after the accident that access could be had to the interior of the pit, or anything,