Breakfast at the Century Club, N… SUCH kindness! the scowl of a cy… His pulse beat its way to some elo… Alas! my poor accents have echoed… Like that Pinafore music you’ve s…

THE Banker’s dinner is the state… The town has heard of for a year,… The sparry lustres shed their broa… Damask and silver catch and spread… The florist’s triumphs crown the d…

WHEN legislators keep the law, When banks dispense with bolts and… When berries—whortle, rasp, and st… Grow bigger downwards through the… When he that selleth house or land

STRANGE! that one lightly whisp… Is far, far sweeter unto me, Than all the sounds that kiss the… Or breathe along the sea; But, lady, when thy voice I greet…

There are three ways in which men… One’s money from his purse, And very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough

HE died not as the martyr dies, Wrapped in his living shroud of fl… He fell not as the warrior falls, Gasping upon the field of fame; A gentler passage to the grave,

OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I’d rather laugh, a bright-haired… Than reign, a gray-beard king. Off with the spoils of wrinkled ag…

JANUARY 25, 1859 His birthday.—Nay, we need not sp… The name each heart is beating,— Each glistening eye and flushing c… In light and flame repeating!

No more the summer floweret charms… The leaves will soon be sere, And Autumn folds his jewelled arm… Around the dying year; So, ere the waning seasons claim

WHEN evening’s shadowy fingers f… The flowers of every hue, Some shy, half-opened bud will hol… Its drop of morning’s dew. Sweeter with every sunlit hour

FOR HIS 'JUBILAEUM’ A… THOU who hast taught the teacher… How from the least of things the m… What marvel jealous Nature made t… Lest man should learn what angels…

TRANSLATION FROM THE… THE god looked out upon the troub… Waked into tumult from its placid… The flame of anger kindles in his… As the wild waves ascend the lower…

'OUR FIRST CITIZEN’ WINTER’S cold drift lies gliste… For him no spring shall bid the le… What Love could speak, by sudden… What swiftly summoned Memory tell…

J. A. ONE memory trembles on our lips; It throbs in every breast; In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth’s ec… The shadow stands confessed.

I MAY not rightly call thy name,… Alas! thy forehead never knew The kiss that happier children cla… Nor glistened with baptismal dew. Daughter of want and wrong and woe…