Prayers and tears can ease the swollen thought William's grave 's in Upton churchyard; Ín Saint Bridget's cloister, Emma's; Henry's bones lie in Jerúsalem; Pray for all the three, good Christians. GHENT, August 5, 1858. ONE womb maternal gave birth to two brothers Héwn by his own hand, holds his honored bones, Stands what was once Antonio's humble dwelling, A bishop's palace now, for Giambattista, Bishop of Mindo, the thrice hallowed roof Raised and adorned in memory of his brother's Birthplace and infancy, and gathered round, A company unparalleled in the world. And there he lived, and there I knew him well, Canova's uterine brother, Mindo's bishop; And, large of heart, blessed all the country round, 'Twill not be as a happy friend meets friend, Walking along the canal from BRUGES to OSTEND, Aug. 6, 1858. TO ADDAH. SAY not I love thee not, for Emma loved thee, I neither Emma loved, nor love what 's lovely. FEAR, in the evening born, and nursed all night, And sad sets out for Hades at midnight. Walking from EDENVILLE, MOUNT-MERRION AVENUE, to DALKEY, Jan. 19, 1859. INSTRUCTIONS FOR A YOUNG POET. FIRST let thy Muse be tender; all hearts love The sucking baby understands and loves School-boys and school-girls and old driveling men Feeding with tenderness, with horror seasoning, Observing these two precepts, thou shalt see Ánd the loved name in great six-inch-long letters EDENVILLE, MOUNT - MERRION AVENUE, near DUBLIN. SAID I to my truelove: - "Come, marry me." But my truelove, she answered, "No." So I turned about and to Cupid said: "Little Master, you 're free to go." But Cupid flew off to my truelove, straight, And said: But next morning my truelove came back to me, "Sure I meant to say, Yes." "It's a bargain," said I, and we signed and sealed Had you, in my place, done less? EDENVILLE, Febr. 10, 1859. "KEEP the real Virgil far away," said Dryden, "And with my Virgil thou shalt be well pleased." Thou must beside it close put the real Virgil." EDENVILLE, Oct. 20, 1858. THERE is a way to be beloved, One, only way, And that one way 's to take good heed No matter what you think or do, We máy agree, So long as on your tongue no word But if you say one little word Cross-grained to me, That little word is sure to mar Our harmony. So whether yours are virtue's ways Or ways of vice, Mind well your tongue and keep your friend, Is my advice Advice I never took myself, Nor ever will, An awkward blurter of the truth, For good or ill. EDENVILLE, Febr. 10, 1859. |