The autumn wind went whistling by, From those untroubled depths replied; And the fringed grass and rushes thrill, But when there came a quiet night, The light of those immortal eyes That gladden Heaven's pure atmosphere. And by a silent under-spring The gentle waters ebb away Thus lit from heaven, thus gladdening earth! THE PORTRAIT OF MIRANDA. A DEAL EXTRAVAGANZA. BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE LICN.” Leander. Blood is upon the foor!.. Hast thru no eres? 'Tis her's . . . Come hither. Drop by drop & reepe Down these unconscious steps! Gilbert. (aside.) Slave, wouldst betray? (aloud.) Thus poets conjure up the empty dreams “You must give us a day when you next some to Deal," were the last words of a cousin of mine, who, after forty years of a seafaring life, had resolved at last to cast anchor on store; and, bringing his family over from Tours, where they had resided to lay by a fortune the sooner. had chosen the Kentish coast for his barbour during old age. "Be sure you give us a day at Deal .* And he vanished under the archway of the Swan with Two Necks; while I trudged westward, re peating to myself the advertisement with fas always so much amused me, and which begine. "Anybody wanting a diving-be...“Tal next go to Deal—good cousin Blackstone! I wonder how his daughters will like their residemes." |