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While to her breast her son she presses,

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"You are old, Father William," the young man | O'er beauty's face, seeming to hide,
cried,
More sweetly shows the blushing bride
A soul whose intellectual beams

"And life must be hastening away ;

You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death; No mists do mask, no lazy streams
Now tell me the reason, I pray."

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day!

"I am cheerful, young man," Father William Wouldst see a man whose well-warmed blood

replied;

"Let the cause thy attention engage;

Bathes him in a genuine flood?

A man whose tunèd humors be

In the days of my youth I remembered my God! A seat of rarest harmony?

And he hath not forgotten my age."

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

OLD AGE OF TEMPERANCE.

FROM "AS YOU LIKE IT,” ACT II. SC. 2.

ADAM. Let me be your servant; Though I look old, yet am I strong and lusty : For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.

SHAKESPEARE.

Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
Age? Wouldst see December smile?
Wouldst see nest of new roses grow

In a bed of reverend snow?
Warm thoughts, free spirits flattering
Winter's self into a spring?

In sum, wouldst see a man that can
Live to be old, and still a man?

Whose latest and most leadened hours
Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers;
And when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay
A kiss, a sigh, and so away?

This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see?
Hark, hither! and thyself be he!

RICHARD CRASHAW.

TEMPERANCE, OR THE CHEAP
PHYSICIAN.

Go now! and with some daring drug
Bait thy disease; and, whilst they tug,
Thou, to maintain their precious strife,
Spend the dear treasures of thy life.
Go take physic - dote upon
Some big-named composition,
The oraculous doctor's mystic bills-
Certain hard words made into pills;
And what at last shalt gain by these?
Only a costlier disease.

That which makes us have no need
Of physic, that's physic indeed.
Hark, hither, reader! wilt thou see
Nature her own physician be?
Wilt see a man all his own wealth,
His own music, his own health
A man whose sober soul can tell
How to wear her garments well —
Her garments that upon her sit

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As garments should do, close and fit --
A well-clothed soul that 's not oppressed
Nor choked with what she should be dressed -
A soul sheathed in a crystal shrine,
Through which all her bright features shine:
As when a piece of wanton lawn,
A thin aerial veil, is drawn

GO, FEEL WHAT I HAVE FELT.

[By a young lady, who was told that she was a monomaniac in her hatred of alcoholic liquors.]

Go, feel what I have felt,

Go, bear what I have borne ;
Sink 'neath a blow a father dealt,

And the cold, proud world's scorn :
Thus struggle on from year to year,
Thy sole relief the scalding tear.

Go, weep as I have wept

O'er a loved father's fall;
See every cherished promise swept,

Youth's sweetness turned to gall;
Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way
That led me up to woman's day.

Go, kneel as I have knelt;
Implore, beseech, and pray,
Strive the besotted heart to melt,
The downward course to stay;
Be cast with bitter curse aside,
Thy prayers burlesqued, thy tears defied.
Go, stand where I have stood,

And see the strong man bow;
With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood,
And cold and livid brow;
Go, catch his wandering glance, and see
There mirrored his soul's misery.

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