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th both their eyes (they stared with one before).

wonder now was two-fold ; and it seemed ange that a thing so torn and old should still worn by one who might

but let that pass ! 1ad my reasons, which might be revealed ..kt for some counter-reasons, far more strong,

hich tied my tongue to silence. Time passed on. een spring, and flowery summer, autumn brown, nd frosty winter came,-and went and came, nd still through all the seasons of two years, 1 park and city, yea, at parties—balls 'he hat was worn and borne. Then folks grew wild Vith curiosity, and whispers rose, And questions passed about—how one so trim 'In coats, boots, ties, gloves, trousers, could insconce His caput in a covering so vile. A change came o'er the nature of

my

hat.
Grease-spots appeared—but still in silence, on
I wore it and then family and friends
Glared madly at each other.

There was one
Who said—but hold—no matter what was said ;
A time may come when I- -away, away-
Not till the season's ripe can I reveal
Thoughts that do lie too deep for common minds
Till then the world shall not pluck out the heart
Of this my mystery.

When I will, I will !
The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn,
But torn, old, greasy, still I wore it on.

A change came o'er the business of this hat.
Women, and men and children, scowled on me
My company was shunned—I was alone!
None would associate with such a hat-
Friendship itself proved faithless for a hat.
She that I loved, within whose gentle breast
I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death
Love's fires went out-extinguished by a hat.
Of those who knew me best, some turned aside,

In her pavilion (cloth of gold and tissue)
O’erpicturing that Venus, where we see
The fancy out-work nature; on either side her
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With divers-coloured fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings ; at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely frame the office. From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra, too,
And make a gap in nature.

MY OLD HAT.

ANONYMOUS.

I HAD a hat it was not all a hat,
Part of the brim was gone, yet still I wore
It on, and people wondered as I passed.
Some turned to gaze~others just cast an eye
And soon withdrew it, as 'twere in contempt.
But still my hat, although so fashionless
In compliinent extern, had that within
Surpassing show—my head continued warm;,
Being sheltered from the weather, spite of all
The want (as has been said before) of þrim.
A change came o'er the colour of my hat.
That which was black grew brown-and then men stared
With both their eyes (they stared with one before).
The wonder now was two-fold ; and it seemed
Strange that a thing so torn and old should still
Be worn by one who might-

--but let that pass!
I had my reasons, which might be revealed
But for some counter-reasons, far more strong,
Which tied my tongue to silence. Time passed on.
Green spring, and flowery summer, autumn brown,
And frosty winter came, -and went and came,
And still through all the seasons of two years,
In park and city, yea, at parties—balls-
The hat was worn and borne. Then folks grew wild
With curiosity, and whispers rose,
And questions passed about-how one so trim
In coats, boots, ties, gloves, trousers, could insconce
His caput in a covering so vile.

A change cáme o'er the nature of my hat.
Grease-spots appeared—but still in silence, on
I wore it—and then family and friends
Glared madly at each other. There was one
Who said—but hold—no matter what was said ;
A time may come when I- -away, away
Not till the season's ripe can I reveal
Thoughts that do lie too deep for common minds
Till then the world shall not pluck out the heart
Of this my mystery. When I will, I will !
The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn,
But torn, old, greasy, still I wore it on.
A change came o'er the business of this hat.
Women, and men and children, scowled on me-
My company was shunned—I was alone!
None would associate with such a hat-
Friendship itself proved faithless for a hat.
She that I loved, within whose gentle breast
I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death-
Love's fires went out-extinguished by a hat.
Of those who knew me best, some turned aside,

And scudded down dark lanes; one man did place
His finger on his nose's side, and jeered ;
Others in horrid mockery laughed outright;
Yea, dogs, deceived by instinct's dubious ray,
Fixing their swart glare on my ragged hat,
Mistook me for a beggar, and they barked.
Thus women, men, friends, strangers, lover, dogs,
One thought pervaded all—it was my hat.
A change, it was the last, came o'er this hat,
For lo ! at length the circling months went round:
The period was accomplished—and one day
This tattered, brown, old greasy coverture
(Time had endeared its vileness) was transferred
To the possession of a wandering son
Of Israel's fated race- -and friends once more
Greeted my digits with the wonted squeeze :
Once more I went my way, along, along,
And plucked no wondering gaze; the hand of scorn
With its annoying finger, men, and dogs
Once more grew pointless, jokeless, laughless, growl-

less-
And at last, not least of rescued blessings, love !
Love smiled on me again, when I assumed
A bran new chapeau of the Melton build;
And then the laugh was mine, for then out came
The secret of this strangeness—'twas a bet, -
A friend had laid me fifty pounds to ten,
Three years I would not wear it—and I did !

THE OLD MAN IN THE WOOD.

ANONYMOUS.

THERE was an old man who liv'd in the wood,

As you shall plainly see,
He thought he could do more work in one day

Than his wife could do in three.

« With all

my heart,"

" the old woman said, “If you

will allow, You shall stay at home to-day,

And I'll go follow the plough.

“And you must milk the tiny cow,

Lest she should go dry; And

you must feed the little pigs That are within the sty. “And you must watch the speckled hen,

Lest she should go astray ; Not forgetting the spool of yarn

That I spin every day."

The old woman took her stick in her hand,

And went to follow the plough ; The old man put the pail on his head,

And went to milk the cow.

But Tiny she winc'd, and Tiny she flinch'd,

And Tiny she toss'd her nose,
And Tiny gave him a kick on the shin,

Till the blood ran down to his toes.

And a “ho, Tiny !" and a “lo, Tiny !"

And a “pretty little cow stand still;" And “ if ever I'milk you again," he said,

“ It shall be against my will.”

And then he went to feed the pigs

That were within the sty;
He knocked his nose against the shed,

And made the blood to fly.
And then he watched the speckled hen,

Lest she should go astray;
But he quite forgot the spool of yarn,

That his wife spun every day.

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