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The sweet siesta of a summer's day.
Alas! that dreams are only dreams!
A lasting beauty to those forms,
But ah! 't is gone, 't is gone, and never
Where his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam,
When sleep's calm wing is on my brow,
That form floats dim and beautiful.
Strange is the power of dreams! who has not felt,
G. D. PRENTICE.
DRESS. (See APPAREL.)
MRS. NORTON's Dream
A surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.
Oh, that men should put an enemy in
They were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
In what thou eat'st and drinkest seek from thence
So thou may'st live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
For swinish gluttony
If all the world
Should, in a pet of Temperance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Nature, good cateress,
The modest maid But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abash'd.
He, who the rules of temperance neglects,
If men would shun swoln fortune's ruinous blasts,
The joy which wine can give, like smoky fires,
Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's humblest roots,
With all a hermit's board would scarce deny;
'Tis to thy rules, O Temperance! that we owe All pleasures that from health and strength can flow. MARY CHANDLER.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk:
BYRON'S Don Juan
He spent his days in riot most uncouth,
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board,
The gen'rous wine brings joy divine,
I, while on earth, will still with mirth,
What cannot wine perform? It brings to light
Could ev'ry drunkard, ere he sits to dine,
Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl!
And song and dance thy power confess-
Inspiring John Barleycorn, What dangers dost thou make us scorn!
"Tis when the fancy-stirring bowl
Doth wake its world of pleasure, That glowing fancies gild my soul, And life's an endless treasure.
Ah! Brandy, Brandy! bane of life,
Blame not the bowl-the fruitful bowl,
Whence wit and mirth and music spring, And amber drops Elysian roll,
To bathe young Love's delighted wing.
DUTY. (See CONSCIENCE.)
C. F. HOFFMAN
EATING. (See APPETITE.!