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She's fresh as the mornin', the fairest in May,
She's sweet as the ev'nin' amang the new hay,
As blithe and as artless's the lamb on the lea,
An' dear to my heart as the light o' my e'e.

Scotch Song.

Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite,
No sky is heavy if the heart be light.

June 26.

Churchill.

That clouded silk becomes you much,
I wonder how you meet with such ;
And you've a charming taste in dress-
What might it cost you, madam? Guess!

Lloyd.

Who would bear the dull unsocial hours
Spent by unmarried men-cheer'd by no smile—
To sit like hermit at a lonely board

In silence?

June 27.

Spare her, immortals, spare,
Till all our days are done;

Your heav'n is full of angel forms,
Mine holds but one.

My love is like the sun
That in the sky doth run,

.For ever so constant and true.

Pope.

W. Sawyer.

Scotch Song.

June 26.

June 27.

She has wit, and song, and sense,
Mirth, and sport, and eloquence;
She has smiles of ecstasy,
Grace and beauty's treasury

M. Zrinyi, trans. by Sir J. Bowring.

He hath great care to please his wife.

June 29.

Shakespeare

(The Comedy of Errors).

Ah! when I am wearied with working all day,
To thee, my delight, in the evening I come;
No matter what beauties I saw in my way,
They were but my visits, but thou art my home.

Love-what a volume in a word,
An ocean in a tear!

June 30.

Prior.

Tupper.

Teach us all the enchanting arts
Of winning and of keeping hearts;
Teach us, dear Doctor, if you can,
To humble that proud creature-Man!

Pope.

You know

That body and soul have each one life, but one,
And here's my love, here, living, at your feet.
R. Browning.

June 29.

June 30.

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