"And such be thy type, for should care's icy hand, "Rain its sorrows, thy heart to annoy, "May they melt like the snow-flakes, yet feeling expand, "And end in a harvest of joy." The annexed excellent and consoling lines were written by one of our kind friends. “Lines addressed to my friends, Hirjeebhoy, Jehangeer, and Dorabjee, on their leaving England, for Bombay, acompanied with best wishes for their health and prosperity." "Man's life is but a chequer'd scene, "We view the past, as what has been, "Friends of the east, alike to you, "May blessings crown life's journey thro', "You kindly say departure hence, "Will cause you pain and grief!' "Then think of home-a charm from whence, FAREWELL. "Nay shrink not from that word "Farewell," "Such fears may prove but vain : "When the soft tear steals silently down from the eye. "Take no note of its course nor detect the low sigh, "From some spring of soft sorrow its origin flows, 'Oh, 'tis not to say what will bring to the mind, "The joys that are fled, and the friends left behind, "A tune, or a song, or the time of the year, "Strikes the key of reflection and moans on the ear. "Thro' the gay scenes of youth the remembrance strays, "Till memory steps back on past pleasures to gaze, Fleeting shades now they seem that glide silent away, "The remains of past hours, and the ghost of each day. "Let the tear then drop silent, nor mark the full eye, "The soul's secret offering, no mortal should spy, "Few souls are prepared for a rite so divine, "When the feelings alone sacrifice to the shrine." As many of our friends were kind enough to permit us to copy any thing we liked from their books, we here indiscriminately annex a few, which will convey to our countrymen, an idea of what other things, besides the kind and feeling expressions of friendship, are written in Albums. "The flowers that on thy mountain's brow, Securely sleep beneath the snow, "Their cold and kindly veil. "As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, Unaiming charms with edge resistless fall, "And she who meant no mischief does it all." "In Paradise a woman caused all "The ruin of mankind by Adam's fall, "What wonder then if they o'ercome us here, "When we're more weak, and they perhaps as fair. "My plan though mock'd by knave, coquet and fool "To thinking minds must prove this golden rule, "In all pursuits, but chiefly in a wife, "Not wealth, but morals mark the happy life." "Between woman and wine, poor man's lot is to smart, For wine makes his head ache, and woman his heart." |