THE DREAM OF LIFE. "The poor man in this bustling world is thrust down like a dwarf in a crowd, and so trodden under foot; the rich and powerful rise like giants above the press, and are at ease while all is turmoil around them."-Sir Walter Scott. "Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne, And gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light."-Shakespeare. "He that is without money, means, and content, Is without three good friends."—Ibid. For "Age and Want 's an ill-matched pair," so said Robert Burns. Or, as the great dramatist, William Shakespeare, said before him, and as truth says still, that he is poor indeed who is Yea! ་་ Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger." "The pleasures and delights which mask In treacherous smiles life's serious task, What are they all? But the fleet coursers of the chase, Coplas De Manrique, translated by Longfellow. THERE once was a young man, TH So healthy and strong, Who frolicked with Pleasure With cheerful companions, So jolly and free; A tidy bit income His father had left, Like wine-butt when cleft. At length, in the middle A drowsiness came o'er How long in this torpor He deep might have lain, I cannot well tell you, Till he woke up in pain. Many years had rolled by Remorse was the demon His jolly companions, But he searched out their homes Some little assistance The prodigal's share. They told him the poor-laws They paid all their taxes- The inspector of poor Would look to his case, Then slap went the door In the poorhouse at length The fire of the maniac Gleamed wild through his eye, As the flame-eaten ship Soon is quenched by the wave, Dragged him down to the grave. "And Death, the sovereign's sovereign, though the great With his agrarian laws, the high estate Of him who feasts, and fights, and roars, and revels, Who never had a foot of land till now, Death's a reformer, all men must allow."-Don Juan. **Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin?"-Bridal of Triermain. I penned the above piece from seeing a respectable-looking old man in one of the rooms of a poorhouse; he was a silver-haired, withered-looking beinghis shrunk arms betokened strength exhausted, and his wild, wandering eye, painfully told that the hidden spirit was either dissatisfied with the pitiful position of its tenant, or wandering in search of something it missed or expected to possess. There was no furniture nor fire in the room; true, he was bedrid, but an ill-painted, worm-eaten old chest gave a still more wretched look to the cold and cheerless-looking room. I was told by the woman who had charge of the house that he had been a hard-working man till very old, he came from the country, that all his family were either dead or had left Scotland for Australia, Alas! I thought that here age and want were indeed an ill-matched pair. MEN LIKE MINNOWS IN A TUMBLERFUL OF WATER. MAN's life on earth is very strange, we see, THE HORSE AND ASS. Ou seeing a big fool on a very wee pony, foreing the poor, reeking little creature on--both by whip ami spur. You see ven Ass upon the Horse, With whip in hand and spur on heel The Horse, I'm sure it might do worse "O gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortness, basely, were too long; If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour."-Shakespeare. "I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people." "I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me."-David, Psalm xxii. "Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde, Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde."-An Epitaph. FULL many an hour, like youth, hath sped away, Like sunken treasure, never to return, In barren folly lost-till now grown gray, And life's low, flickering lamp can scarcely burn. That fears, yet yearns to quit its home on earth, But that I know that greater minds have writ, And dwarfed this puny intellect of mine; Is Love to Thee, and Love to brother man ; But subtle Priestcraft 'neath Religion's guise; The charity that bade yon woman rise! "When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more."-John viii. “ TRUE LOVE. "The sacred low o' weel-placed love But never tempt the illicit rove, But oh! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling."-Burns. "For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent."-" As you like It," Shakespeare. "Each loves itself, but not itself alone, Each sex desires alike, till two are one; Nor ends the pleasure with the fierce embrace, They love themselves a third time, in their race."-Pope. "Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, L But, riches endless, are as poor as winter To him who ever fears he shall be poor, Good heaven! the souls of all my tribe, defend IKE chequered Love are April showers, For sweet the sun shines through her tears, The thrush and lav'rock sweetly pours Their music on our raptured ears. But, sweeter far my Jenny smiles, Our parting kiss was heavenly pure, Lang, lang, and hushed our fond embrace, |