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HÓNEY here and wormwood there

But not as each man wishes
Hóney here and wormwood there

Are oúr altérnate dishes.

CARLSRUHE, March 10, 1856.

I do not wonder I 'm so often told
That the soul is immortal, grows not old;
So many people, looking inwards, find
În their old bodies a still childish mind.

CARLSRUHE, Jan. 5, 1856.

I HÁTE him, the liar, who with feigned words deceives me,
And doúbly I hate him, the cléverer líar,
Who, that I may not call him liar, deceives me
Withoút words - by silence or gesture or look.

CARLSRUHE, Jan. 13, 1856.




you tell me who was it didn't care for the stáge, Didn't care for the church, didn't care for his tailor, And in his whole house hadn't so much as one rázor?


Why, áll the world knows, he that wrote Misopogon.


No; hé that wrote


Sir, I didn't wish to affront you.

CARLSRUHE, Jan. 26, 1856.

I'VE chosen a bad title, I am told;
Póems philosophical cannot be sold.
Well! next time I 'll a better títle choose,
And call my poems PhilosoPHIC News.
And if that also fail, why then, next time
I send into the world a roll of rhyme,
Mum! of philosophy, and mum! of Muse
Who will not buý THE TELEGRAPH'S LATEST NEws ?

CARLSRUHE, March 21, 1856.

“TRÚST in God's providence," the oýster said Just as the dredger pácked him in the boat; “Trust in God's providence," again he said Júst as the knife prised open his strong coát; “Trúst in God's providence," third time he said And the plump oyster 's down the bishop's throát.

CARLSRUHE, March 19, 1856.

I THÁNK thee not for lóve or ádmirátion,
For lóve and ádmiration bóth are pássions,
Both sufferings fórced upon thee will-ye nill-ye;
Nor thánk me thou if I admire and love thee,
For ón me too are forced alike both passions,
I being a mére autómaton in the matter,
And túrning to or fróm, as I am pulled.
So sáys not every lover, but so acts,
Means so with every présent to his mistress,
And só, although she says not, meáns each fair one
That at the looking-glass adjusts her ribbons.

CARLSRUHE, March 12, 1856.

IF thou wouldst see a passion tórn to tátters
And every tátter tórn again to tátters,
if thou wouldst see the understánding oútraged,
And the extravagant and impossible ácted
As mild and módest Nature's own commands,
And cánst look steadily upon a bédlam
Let loose and rámping gó, read Schiller's RÓBBERS.

CARLSRUHE, March 6, 1856.



EXÁMINE nót, but take it on my word;
To examine is a crime which Gód will púnish.

Exámine, sift the trué out from the false;
Éven for that púrpose hás God given thee reáson.


To choose between ye were to bég the question;
Give me a box and díce here, and I 'll thrów for 't.

CARLSRUHE, March 14, 1856.


CARLSRUHE, Jan. 28, 1856.

He 's gone, the world's glówing, magnificent Gód!
And left till tomorrow the care of his reálms
To his púny vicegérents, the pále moon and stárs.


What! a poet and not superstitious !
'Twon't dó, ’twon't go dówn, they can't beár it;
Go, wríte metaphysics, and leave them
To psálms penitential and Póllock.

CARLSRUHE, March 12, 1856.

IT 's a very fine thing to be súre, I don't doubt it,
To have fine parks and hoúses, fine carriages, horses,
Fine servants, fine furniture, pántries and céllars,
Fine pictures, fine státues, fine jewels, fine pláte,
Fine connexions, fine visitors, every thing fine,
But Í 'll live less fine be so good to allow me
And leave others the grandeur and spléndor and care.

CARLSRUHE, Jan. 6, 1856.

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