I leave to common lovers In dreams of public good. The Roses of this nation- To maids that can't be matched, No man of sensibility Should linger unattached. So, without further fashion— I sit down, sad-not daunted, A new card-"Tenant Wanted, OUTWARD BOUND (HORACE, III. 7) "Quid fles, Asterie, quem tibi candidi Primo restituent vere Favonii.. COME, Laura, patience. OME, Laura, patience. Time and Spring Your absent Arthur back shall bring, Enriched with many an Indian thing Him neither wind nor wave can check, Would it were wave and wind alone! The indiscriminate cyclone, A man might parry; But only faith, or "triple brass,' Can help the "outward-bound" to pass For him fond mothers, stout and fair Only to hold around his chair Insidious sessions; For him the eyes of daughters droop Nor are these all his pains, nor most. All, all with pleased persistence show His lonely tiffin. In vain. Let doubts assail the weak; Naught can subdue his soul secure ; But, Laura, on your side, forbear Albeit none more skilled can guide "Mabel." Be warned in time. Without a trace Avoid the confidential nook; If, when you sing, you find his look Grow tender, close your music-book, And end the matter. IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY HUGH (on furlough). HELEN (his cousin) HELEN. And ten is past, THEY have not come! Unless, by chance, my watch is fast; -Aunt Mabel surely told us "ten." HUGH. I doubt it she can do it, then. Nay; it is scarcely mine, the crime, |