7. S. S. ROTHWELL.

I admir'd her form, her silvery voice,

Her beauty, radiant

darting;

But, oh! how much did I rejoice

In the Little Hand at parting!

For hands can speak a language clear,
Whose tones to Love ne'er comes amiss;
That did, for it belonged to her,
And was greeted with a kiss.

Eager 'twas seized, and to resign

Was gentlest, tenderest sorrow; On it, as it lay clasp'd in mine,

I thought of many a morrow.

Since then, bright beauties have I seen
In many a pleasant land,

But sweetest far of all I ween

That precious Little Hand!

THOMAS MOORE.

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention Love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
Between these two unequal fires,

Why doom me thus to hover?
Your friend, if such thy heart requires,
If more thou seek'st, a lover.
Which shall it be? How shall I woo?
Fair one, choose between the two.

Tho' the wings of Love will brightly play, When first he comes to woo thee, There's a chance that he may fly away

As fast as he flies to thee.

While Friendship, tho' on foot she come,
No flights of fancy trying,

Will, therefore, oft be found at home,
When Love abroad is flying.

Which shall it be? How shall I woo?

Dear one, choose between the two.

HON. MRS. NORTON.

"So, so, Sir, you are come at last,

I thought you'd come no more:
I've waited with my bonnet on
From two till half past four!
You know I do not like to wait,

Not knowing where to go:

It isn't, Charles, it isn't fit,

That you should use me so!"

"Pooh, pooh! my dear, now, don't now, pray,

Now don't begin to scold;

You'll really make me think you are

Quite ugly grown and old

I only staid by Grosvenor Gate

Young Fanny's eye to catch;

I won't, I swear, I won't be made.

Keep time just like a watch!"

"You staid two hours by Grosvenor Gate

To bow, take off your hat;

I wish you'd bow that way to me,

And àpropos of that;

You know you meet her ev'rywhere,

You see I know it all;

I saw you making love to her
At Lady glossip's ball!"