In Ethics-'tis you that can check,

In a minute, their doubts and their quarrels ; Oh! show but that mole on your neck,

And 'twill soon put an end to their morals.

Your Arithmetic only can trip

When to kiss and to count you endeavour; But Eloquence glows on your lip

When you swear that you'll love me for ever.

Thus you see what a brilliant alliance

Of arts is assembled in you—

A course of more exquisite science

Man never need wish to go through !

And oh! if a fellow like me

May confer a diploma of hearts, With my lip thus I seal your degree, My divine little Mistress of Arts!

SONG.

SWEETEST love! I'll not forget thee,
Time shall only teach my heart
Fonder, warmer, to regret thee,
Lovely, gentle as thou art!
Farewell, Bessy!

Yet, oh! yet again we'll meet, love,
And repose our hearts at last :
Oh! sure 'twill then be sweet, love,
Calm to think on sorrows past.
Farewell, Bessy!

Still I feel my heart is breaking,
When I think I stray from thee,
Round the world that quiet seeking
Which I fear is not for me!
Farewell, Bessy!

Calm to peace thy lover's bosom-
Can it, dearest ! must it be?
Thou within an hour shalt lose him,
He for ever loses thee!

Farewell, Bessy!

DID NOT.

'Twas a new feeling-something more
Than we had dared to own before,

Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,

And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips' impassioned touch;
'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;

But whispered o'er my burning brow,
"Oh! do you doubt I love you now?"
Sweet soul! I did not.

AT NIGHT.*

AT night, when all is still around,
How sweet to hear the distant sound
Of footstep, coming soft and light!
What pleasure in the anxious beat
With which the bosom flies to meet

That foot that comes so soft at night!

And then, at night, how sweet to say
"Tis late, my love!" and chide delay,
Though still the western clouds are bright;

Oh! happy, too, the silent press,

The eloquence of mute caress,

With those we love exchanged at night!

DEAR FANNY.

"SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool;
She has wit, but you mustn't be caught so:'

Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool,
And 'tis not the first time I have thought so;

Dear Fanny,

'Tis not the first time I have thought so.

"She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly;
'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season:"
Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny
That Love reasons much better than Reason?
Dear Fanny,

Love reasons much better than Reason.

HERE'S THE BOWER.

HERE'S the bower she loved so much,
And the tree she planted :

Here's the harp she used to touch-
Oh how that touch enchanted!

*These lines allude to a curious lamp, which has for its device a Cupid, with the words "At Night" written over him.

Roses now unheeded sigh;

Where's the hand to wreathe them?

Songs around neglected lie;

Where's the lip to breathe them?
Here's the bower, &c.

Spring may bloom, but she we loved
Ne'er shall feel its sweetness;
Time, that once so fleetly moved,
Now hath lost its fleetness.

Years were days when here she strayed,
Days were moments near her;
Heaven ne'er formed a brighter maid,
Nor pity wept a dearer!

Here's the bower, &c.

I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR.

A FINLAND LOVE SONG.

I SAW the moon rise clear
O'er hills and vales of snow
Nor told my fleet rein-deer
The track I wished to go.
But quick he bounded forth;
For well my rein-deer knew
I've but one path on earth-

That path which leads to you.
The gloom that winter cast
How soon the heart forgets,
When summer brings, at last,
Her sun that never sets!
So dawned my love for you;
And chasing every pain,
Than summer sun more true,
'Twill never set again.

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wandered nor sun-beam played; "Why thus in darkness lie," whispered young Love; "Thou whose gay hours in sunshine should move?" "I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun; So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one." Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where heaven's beam warmly played. There she reclined, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, all marked with sunshine, her hours flew by. "Oh how," said the Dial, "can any fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?"

But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er.
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more.
Then cold and neglected, while bleak rain and winds
Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds
That Love had but numbered a few sunny hours,
And left the remainder to darkness and showers!

LOVE AND TIME.

"TIS said-but whether true or not
Let bards declare who've seen 'em-
That Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full well can spare 'em ;
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the grey-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh how he flies away!

But short the moments, short as bright,
When he the wings can borrow;
If Time to-day has had its flight,
Love takes his turn to-morrow.
Ah! Time and Love, your change is then
The saddest and most trying,

When one begins to limp again,
And t'other takes to flying.

Then is Love's hour to stray;
Oh how he flies away!

But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel,
And bless the silken fetter,

Who knows, the dear one, how to deal
With Love and Time much better.
So well she checks their wanderings,
So peacefully she pairs 'em,

That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings
And Time for ever wears 'em.

This is Time's holiday;
Oh how he flies away!

LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD.
PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us-
Youth may wither, but feeling will last :
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Oh if to love thee more

Each hour I number o'er-
If this a passion be

Worthy of thee,

If ever yet my bosom found

Its thoughts one moment turned om thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around,

And brave men looked to me.

But though 'mid battle's wild alarm
Love's gentle power might not appear,
He gave to glory's brow the charm
Which made even danger dear.

And then, when victory's calm came o’er
The hearts where rage had ceased to burn,
I heard that farewell voice once more,
"Oh soon return!"

LOVE THEE.

OH, yes!-so well, so tenderly
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,
Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,

Were worthless without thee.

Though brimmed with blessings pure and rare Life's cup before me lay,

Unless thy love were mingled there

I'd spurn the draught away. Love thee?-so well, so tenderly. Thou'rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Are worthless without thee.

Without thy smile, how joylessly
All glory's meeds I see,
And even the wreath of victory
Must owe its bloom to thee.

'Those worlds for which the conqueror sighs

For me have now no charms;

My only world those radiant eyes--
My throne those circling arms!
Oh, yes!-so well, so tenderly,
Thou'rt loved, adored by me,
Whole realms of light and liberty
Were worthless without thee.

ONE DEAR SMILE.

COULDST thou look as dear as when
First I sighed for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,
Oh how blissful life would be!