W WIFE, CHILDREN AND FRIENDS THEN the black-lettr'd list to the gods was presented, (The list of what Fate for each mortal intends) In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated, If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands vested, Though valour still glows in his life's waning embers, Drops a tear of regret as he dying remembers How blessed was his home with wife, children and The soldier, whose deeds live immortal in story, The day-spring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow, N But drear is the twilight of age if it borrow NOON 148 No warmth from the smiles of wife, children and Let the breath of Renown ever freshen and cherish The laurel which o'er her dead favourite bends, F O'er me wave the willow! and long may it flourish Let us drink- for my song growing graver and graver, Let us drink pledge me high-Love and Virtue shall The glass which I fill to wife, children and friends. ZOON Å THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN W HEN I was a maid, Nor of lovers afraid, My mother cried, “Girl, never listen to men.” But I thought her quite wrong. And said I, "Mother, whom should I listen to, then?" I find, like Now teaching, in turn, What I never could learn, Silly maidens believe, And still 'tis the old story over again. So humbly they woo, What can poor maidens do But keep them alive when they swear they must die? As they weep in despair, Their crocodile tears in compassion to dry? Yet, wedded at last, When the honeymoon's past, The lovers forsake us, the husbands remain ; And we ne'er can expect N They will tell us the old story over again. 150 [James Kenry THE GIRL OF CADIZ NEVER talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies; Nor fair her locks, like English lasses Prometheus-like from Heaven she stole From eyes that cannot hide their flashes; And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, Our English maids are long to woo, For love ordained the Spanish maid is, NOON |