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THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY
I SEEm to have an indistinct recollection of having read, either in one of the ponderous tomes of George of Venice, or in some other compilation from the uninspired Hebrew writers, an apologue or Rabbinical tradition to the following purpose:
While our first parents stood before their offended Maker, and the last words of the sentence were yet sounding in Adam's ear, the guileful false serpent, a counterfeit and a usurper from the beginning, presumptuously took on himself the character of advocate or inediator, and pretending to intercede for Adam, exclaimed : “ Nay, Lord, in thy justice, not so! for the Man was the least in fault. Rather let the Woman return at once to the dust, and let Adam remain in this thy Paradise.” And the word of the Most High answered Satan ; “ The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. Treacherous fiend! if with guilt like thine, it had been possible for thee to have the heart of a Man, and to feel the yearning of a human soul for its counterpart, the sentence which thou now counsellest, should have been inflicted on thyself.”
The title of the following poein was suggested by a fact inentioned by Linnæus, of a date-tree in a nobleman's garden, which year after year had put forth a full show of blossoms, but never produced fruit, till a branch from another date-tree had been conveyed from a distance of some hundred leagues. The first leaf of the MS. from which the poem has been transcribed, and which contained the two or three introductory stanzas, is wanting : and the author has in vain taxed his memory to repair the loss. But a rude draught of the poem contains the substance of the stanzas, and the reader is requested to receive it as the substitute. It is not impossible that some congenial spirit, whose years do not exceed those of the author, at the time the poem was written, may find a pleasure in restoring the Lament to its original integrity by a reduction of the thoughts to the reqnisite metre.
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS.
FROM his brimstone bed at break of day,
A walking the Devil is gone,
And see how his stock goes on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And he went over the plain,
As a gentleman switches his cane.
He saw a Lawyer killing a viper
On a dunghill hard by his own stable ;
Of Cain and his brother Abel.
He saw an Apothecary on a white horse
Ride by on his vocations ;
Death in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility ;
It is her largeness, and her orerflow,
The mother with anticipated glee
Then is she tenfold gladder than before !
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE.
Provided they are both of one kind;
Gives no accord to Love, however refined.
Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature re
vealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs : If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling,
You must lower down your state to hers.
NOT AT HOME.
Where Love could never be
Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maid-
His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied :
What then ? they only mean
And can't just then be seen.
TO A LADY,
OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT
WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.
NAY, dearest Anna! why so grave ?
I said you had no soul, 'tis true ! For what you are, you cannot have;
'Tis I, that have one since I first had you !
HAVE heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold
His eyes are in his mind.
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part ;
He seeth with the heart.
HEAR, sweet spirit, hear the spell,
Lest a blacker charm compel ! So shall the midnight breezes swell With thy deep long-lingering knell,