Besides, I heard enough to show POT-POURRI. “Si jeunesse savait ?" hand among I PLUNGE my the leaves : (An alien touch but dust perceives, Nought else supposes ;) When they were roses. “ If youth but knew !” Ah, "if,” in truthI can recall with what gay youth, To what light chorus, All life before us; Braved the old clock-tower's dust and damp In misty distance ; Of feigned existence. What need had we for thoughts or cares ! The hot sun parched the old parterres And “ flowerful closes”; We roused the rooks with rounds and glees, Played hide-and-seek behind the trees, – Then plucked these roses. Louise was one- - light, glib Louise, You scarce could stop her; Our dear “Miss Proper :" Shy Ruth, all heart and tenderness, When Dash was smitten; You teased her kitten. I loved them all. Bell first and best ; Or madcap masking ; She'd come for asking. Louise was grave when last we met ; And Ruth, Heaven bless her, where neither grief nor pain Can now distress her. DOROTHY. A RÊVERIE SUGGESTED BY THE NAME UPON A PANE. now, HE then must once have looked, as I Look across the level rye,- 66 The swallows must have twittered, too, What was she like? I picture her I |