INSCRIPTION FOR A LUCIFER MATCH BOX. (II) WHỏ can say what the consequence had been, Had Heaven but taken care in box like thiné Nór with Joan's áshes Rouen's stones been smutted; Swine, kíne, and pretty lambs died natural deaths, Witches and saints and heretics were sublimed; WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 22, 1855. CLEVER people are disagreeable, always taking the adván tage of you; Stupid people are disagreeable, you never can knock anything into their heads; Idle people are disagreeable, you must be continually amúsing them; Busy people are disagreeable, never at leisure to attend to you; Extravagant people are disagreeable, always wanting to borrow of you; Saving people are disagreeable, won't lay out a pénny on you; Obliging people are disagreeable, always putting you under a cómpliment; Rude people are disagreeable, never stop rubbing you against the grain; Religious people are disagreeable, always boring you with points of faith; Irreligious people are disagreeable, no better than Turks and heathens; Learned people are disagreeable, don't go by the rules of cómmon sense; Unlearned people are disagreeable, never can tell you what you don't already know; Fashionable people are disagreeable, mere frivolity and émp tiness; Vulgar people are disagreeable, don't know how to behave themselves; Wicked people are disagreeable, you 're never safe in their cómpany; But no people are so disagreeable as your truly good and worthy people Slop-committee water-gruel, without a spice of wine or nutmeg, Mawzy mutton overboiled, without pepper, salt, or mústard. Walking from TÜBINGEN to HERRENBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Nov. 2, 1855. RIGHT for you 's wrong for mé, Right and Wróng chance to measure; If we don't the same view, Both, of pain take and pleasure. CARLSRUHE, Nov. 11, 1855. "STOP! stay! let's consider!" cried Írresolution, WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 3, 1855. SUMMER 's góne fled away with his lilies and roses, Long mornings and évenings, and deep glowing noón; Autumn 's góne thee. fled away with his vine branch and córn ear, And has left not one póppy in áll the bare field; Winter 's góne to the bleák, frozen Nórth has retreated; The fireside 's desérted, the snúg corner émpty; But lament thou not therefore, but out to the green bank Where Spring 's strewing violets, and list to the thróstle. Spring's gone and his violets are chóked on the green bank,. Walking from Poppenhausen to UNTERPLEICHFELD (Bavaria), Oct. 20, 1855. MARBACH. I LOVE thee, Márbach, in the sun there lying, MARBACH (WÜRTTEMBERG), Oct. 26, 1855. |