All their flush and fever-heat

When elate;

Every bird-like nod and beck,
And a bird's own curve of neck
When she gives a little peck

To her mate.

When you left me, only now,

In that furred,

Puffed, and feathered Polish dress,

I was spurred

Just to catch you, O my Sweet,

By the bodice trim and neat,

Just to feel your heart a-beat,

Like a bird.

Yet, alas! Love's light you deign

But to wear

As the dew upon your plumes,

And you care

Not a whit for rest or hush;

But the leaves, the lyric gush,

And the wing-power, and the rush

Of the air.

So I dare not woo you, Sweet,

For a day,

Lest I lose you in a flash,

As I may;

Did I tell you tender things,

You would shake your sudden wings;

You would start from him who sings,

And away.

THE LOVE-LETTER.

"J'ai vu les mœurs de mon tems, et j'ai publié cette lettre." LA NOUVELLE HÉLOÏSE.

IF this should fail, why then I scarcely know What could succeed. Here's brilliancy (and

banter),

Byron ad lib., a chapter of Rousseau ; —

If this should fail, then tempora mutantur; Style's out of date, and love, as a profession, Acquires no aid from beauty of expression.

"The men who think as I, I fear, are few," (Cynics would say 'twere well if they were fewer);

"I am not what I seem," - (indeed, 'tis true;

Though, as a sentiment, it might be newer); "Mine is a soul whose deeper feelings lie More deep than words "-(as these exemplify).

-

"I will not say when first your beauty's sun
Illumed my life," (it needs imagination);
"For me to see you and to love were one,"
(This will account for some precipitation);

"Let it suffice that worship more devoted Ne'er throbbed," et cætera. The rest is quoted.

"If Love can look with all-prophetic eye," (Ah, if he could, how many would be single!) "If truly spirit unto spirit cry,"

(The ears of some most terribly must tingle !) "Then I have dreamed you will not turn your face."

This next, I think, is more than commonplace.

"Why should we speak, if Love, interpreting, Forestall the speech with favour found before? Why should we plead?-it were an idle thing, If Love himself be Love's ambassador!" Blot, as I live! Shall we erase it? No;"Twill show we write currente calamo.

"My fate, my fortune, I commit to you," (In point of fact, the latter 's not extensive); "Without you I am poor indeed," — (strike

through,

'Tis true but crude 'twould make her appre

hensive);

"My life is yours I lay it at your feet,"

(Having no choice but Hymen or the Fleet).

"Give me the right to stand within the shrine, Where never yet my faltering feet intruded; Give me the right to call you wholly mine," (That is, Consols and Three-per-Cents in

cluded);

"To guard your rest from every care that cankers,

To keep your life," — (and balance at your

banker's).

"Compel me not to long for your reply; Suspense makes havoc with the mind "

muscles);

-(and

"Winged Hope takes flight,"-(which means that I must fly,

Default of funds, to Paris or to Brussels); "I cannot wait! My own, my queen - Priscilla ! Write by return." And now for a Manilla!

"Miss Blank," at "Blank." Jemima, let it go; And I, meanwhile, will idle with "Sir Walter;" Stay, let me keep the first rough copy, though— "Twill serve again. There's but the name to