I straightway called for ink and pen, I got the cash from grandmamma My heart is weary, my peace is gone, A stranger in the town of Lille. II. To stealing I can never come, To pawn my watch I'm too genteel, Besides, I left my watch at home; How could I pawn it, then, at Lille? "La note," at times the guests will say, I turn as white as cold boiled veal; I turn and look another way, I dare not ask the bill at Lille. I dare not to the landlord say, "Good sir, I can not pay your bill:" He thinks I am a Lord Anglais, He thinks I am a Lord Anglais, And so he serves me every day The best of meat and drink in Lille. Yet when he looks me in the face How changed he'd be, my host of Lille. My heart is weary, my peace is gone, III. The sun bursts out in furious blaze, I pass in sunshine burning hot By cafés where in beer they deal; What is yon house with walls so thick, All girt around with guard and grille? O, gracious gods, it makes me sick, It is the prison-house of Lille! O cursed prison strong and barred, I tremble as I pass the guard, And quit that ugly part of Lille. The church-door beggar whines and prays, Ah, church-door beggar! go thy ways! My heart is weary, my peace is gone, IV. Say, shall I to yon Flemish church, Ye virgins dressed in satin hoops, And lo! as I beheld with awe 'T was five o'clock, and I could eat, Although I could not pay, my meal; I hasten back into the street Where lies my inn, the best in Lille. What see I on my table stand,— I feel a choking in my throat, I pant and stagger, faint and reel! It is it is a ten pound note, And I'm no more in pawn at Lille! [He goes off by the diligence that evening, and is restored to the bosom of his happy family.] SHADOWS DEEP! I own I start at shadows, Listen, I will tell you why; (Life itself is but a taper, Casting shadows till we die.) Once, in Italy, at Florence, I a radiant girl adored: When she came, she saw, she conquered, LANTERN, Round my heart her glossy ringlets "Mia cara Mandolina! Are we not, indeed," I cried, "All the world to one another?" Mandolina smiled and sighed. Earth was Eden, she an angel, "Fire and fury! double shadows "False, abandoned, Mandolina! Fare thee well, for evermore! Vengeance!" shrieked I, "vengeance! vengeance!" And I thundered through the door. This event occurred next morning; Stark amaz'd, as out I tumbled, Six weeks after I'd a letter, On its road six weeks delayed With a dozen re-directions From the lost one, and it said: "Foolish, wicked, cruel Albert! Base suspicion's doubts resign; Double lights throw double shadows! Mandolina-ever thine." "Mandolina! Mandolina!" When her house I reached, I cried: Thus, by Muscovite barbarian, And by Fate, my life was crossed; Wonder ye I start at shadows? Types of Mandolina lost. THE RETORT. GEORGE P. MORRIS. OLD Nick, who taught the village school, Wedded a maid of homespun habit; He was stubborn as a mule, She was playful as a rabbit. Poor Jane had scarce become a wife, Before her husband sought to make her The pink of country-polished life, And prim and formal as a Quaker. One day the tutor went abroad, And simple Jenny sadly missed him; When he returned, behind her lord The husband's anger rose!-and red "Less freedom, ma'am!"-Jane sighed and said, |