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They who have much are always wanting more
And seldom have a shilling they can spare;
Grasping at purchases to swell their store,

Present enjoyment never claims their care:

While I, who ne'er o'er sales by auction (1) pore (2), And, if I did, should have no business there, Reckless enjoy my little, day by day,

And make myself as happy as I may.

J. B.

WE CAN ALL ASSIST EACH OTHER.

Forget not ev'ry mortal can
Exert the noblest right of man!
That power, the lowest may possess,
His fellow man to aid and bless (3)!
If ample wealth thy means extend,
"Tis thine to be the sufferer's friend,
Bid the rich stream of bounty flow,
To mitigate each form of woe!
Is lowly poverty thy lot?-

Thou still can'st seek the humble cot (4),
To dry (5) the widow's lonely tear,
The orphan's drooping heart to cheer,
Smooth the sad pillow of decay (6),

(1) Sales by auction, ventes à l'encan, avec enchères. (2) To pore, contempler, s'en occuper beaucoup.

(3) To bless, bénir, rendre heureux, secourir.

(4) Cot ou cottage, chaumière.

(5) To dry, sécher, essuyer.

(6) The pillow of decay, le lit du malade, du mort.

A REQUIEM.

And point to happier worlds the way;
Then shall the sunshine in thy breast
Prove-that to bless-is to be bless'd!

HYPOCRISY.

As thistles wear the softest down (1),
To hide their prickles (2) till they're grown,
And then declare themselves and tear
Whatever ventures to come near :
So a smooth knave (3) does greater feats
Than one that idly rants (4) and threats,
And all the mischief, that he meant,
Does like a rattle-snake (5) prevent.

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ROLLS.

BUTLER.

A REQUIEM.

Rest thou in peace! Life's toil is o'er;
Its joys, its sorrows are no more.

Those (6) ne'er to taste, or these (7) deplore,

Rest thou in peace!

The loves of youth, the pride of age,

(1) Down, subst., duvet.

(2) Prickles, épines.

(3) A smooth knave, un fourbe velouté, hypocrite.

(4) To rant, crier, gendarmer.

(5) Rattle-snake, serpent à sonnettes.

(6) Those, ceux-là, ou celles-là.

(7) These, ceux-ci, ou celles-ci.

No more thy fancy can engage;
Closed now to thee is Life's last page,

Rest thou in peace!

No more on thee the storms shall blow,
The summer's sun, the winter's snow,
Alike (1) to thee who sleep'st below :

Rest thou in peace!
ROLLS.

THE WARRIOR'S RETURN.

Hush'd (2) is the battle's dreadful roar;
The trumpet's loud and angry strain,
From gory (3) field and hostile shore,
Returns the joyful victor's train !

High wave the chieftain's lofty plumes,
And shining arms glance back (4) the ray;
Each eye proud conquest's fire illumes;
As bright the waving banners play.

But sweeter to the warrior's ear
Breathes the soft voice its welcome kind,
From lips by absence made more dear,
Or friends, or hearts by kindred (5) join❜d.

(1) Alike, égal.

(2) Hushed, apaisé. (3) Gory, sanglant.

(4) To glance back, réfléchir.

(5) Kindred, parenté.

A CALM AND BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

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The lowly vassal to his breast

Exulting clasps his faithful wife;

And to the sire's fond heart are press'd
The infant treasures of his life.

And many a lovely, graceful dame,
To hail her lord with joy appears;

Here noble boys their fathers claim,

There daughters bloom (1), midst sighs and tears.

Affection pure! thy rapturous hour

Through every stage of life is known!

Is lowly state beneath thy power?

Can splendour chase thee from the throne?

ROLLS.

A CALM AND BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

It was the night—and Lara's glassy stream

The stars are studding (2), each with imaged beam :
So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray (3),
And yet they glide like happiness away;
Reflecting far and fairy-like (4) from high
The immortal lights that live along the sky :
Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree,
And flowers the fairest that may feast the kee;

(1) To bloom, fleurir.

(2) To stud with, orner de, garnir de.

(3) To stray, courir, errer.

(4) Fairy-like, comme par féerie.

Such in her chaplet infant Dian`wove (1),

And Innocence would offer to her love.

These deck the sore; the waves their channel make
In windings bright and mazy (2) like the snake.
All was so still, so soft in earth and air,

You scarce would start to meet a spirit there,
Secure that nought (5) of evil could delight
To walk in such a scene, on such a night.
It was a moment only for the good ́:

So Lara deemed, nor longer there he stood,
But turn'd in silence to his castle-gate;
Such scene his soul no more could contemplate:
Such scene reminded him of other days,
Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer blaze,
Of nights more soft and frequent, hearts that now-
No-no-the storm may beat upon his brow,
Unfelt-unsparing-but a night like this,
A night of beauty mock'd such breast as his.

BYRON.

THE PASSIONS.

When Music, heav'nly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell (4),

(1) Wove, passé de to weave, tisser, tresser.

(2) Mazy, serpentant.

(3) Nought, rien.

(4) Shell, écaille, instrument à musique, en allusion à l'écaille de tortue, premier instrument à cordes. Voyez la première partie, page 9.

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