Tó a spléndid fúrnished háll Your grammárian 's the door-keéper, Bút himself sets foót in 't néver. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 27, 1856. "MIGNIONÉTTE in a box! Faugh! it smells of the city Than mignionette border or béd 's twice as frágrant, Of sweet mignionétte in my Máry Anne's window. "DO," said pért, little, witty, tart Ísabel once, "Do, I dáre thee, an épigram make upon mé." "Don't dáre me," said Í; "'twouldn't be the first time, I'd an épigram éven on an épigram máde." CARLSRUHE, Jan. 3, 1856. THE NEW "BARD'S LEGACY". AIR: The Bard's Legacy. WHEN in death I shall cálm reclíne, Oh! beár my watch to my mistress dear; When the light of mine eyes is o'er, Then if some bárd, who roams forsaken, Should bég a peep through them in pássing along, Oh! lét one thought of their master awaken Keep this inkbottle, now o'erflowing, CARLSRUHE, Jan. 9, 1856. WISE TOO LATE. SHE blúshed, and yet I did not count it Y, Nor É though on the ground she bent her eye, Nor S although she sighed when she said Nó Foól! that knew nót that maíds still spéll YES só. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 26, 1856. LIBERTY. "THOU knów'st not what liberty is," to me said CARLSRUHE, Jan. 14, 1856. JOHN 's not to my mind, I abóminate his lying But William's far worse with his nothing but trúth. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 22, 1856. “WELL, the world makes bút snail's progress!" Thús to Thomas ónce said William, "Hów is 't possible the world should "Áh, poor children!" answered William, "Véry wéll; but while succéssive CARLSRUHE, March 2, 1856. A FORGET-ME-NOT grew by the side of the broók CARLSRUHE, Jan. 7, 1856 Der gelehrte Arbeiter. Nimmer labt ihn des Baumes Frucht, den er mühsam erziehet: SCHILLER. WRONG! as often, my Schiller; the gardener enjoys more In digging and féncing and plánting and watering, "Dira cupido." THOU wouldst be happy and know'st not that would CARLSRUHE, Jan. 24, 1856. |