TO FANNIE IN A BALL DRESS. THOU hast braided thy dark flowing hair, Thou delightest the cold world's gaze, When crowned with the flower and the gem, And gay is the playful tone, As to flattery's voice thou respondest, But what is the praise of the cold and unknown, John Everett. S there anything in life so lovely and poetical as the laugh and merriment of a young girl, who still in harmony with all her powers, sports with you in luxuriant freedom, and in her mirthfulness neither despises nor dislikes? Her gravity is seldom as innocent as her playfulness; still less that haughty discontent which converts the youthful Psyche into a dull, thick, buzzing, wing-drooping night-moth. Never fear that feminine playfulness will exclude depth of character and sensibility. Let then the laughter-loving creatures giggle on at one another, and especially at the first clumsy make-game wight who comes among them, even should he be the writer of this paragraph! Jean Paul. I was glad that day The June was in me; I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God! E. B. Browning. MAIDENHOOD MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth; Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal And that smile, like sunshine, dart For a smile of God thou art. H. W. Longfellow. LIFE IS BEFORE YE. [IFE is before ye! from the fated road Ye cannot turn; then take ye up the load, Not yours to tread, or leave the unknown way, Ye must go o'er it, meet ye what ye may; Gird up your souls within you to the deed! What tho' the brightness wane, the pleasure fade, Fanny Kemble. THE childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day. Paradise Regained-Book iv. IDEALS OF WOMAN. No. 1. OH, blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day, She who can love a sister's charms, and hear Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Alexander Pope. IDEALS OF WOMAN. No. 2. NOT only good and kind, But strong and elevated was her mind; A spirit that with noble pride On fortune's smile or frown; All pleasing shone; nor ever past And bashful modesty before it cast. A prudence undeceiving, undeceived, Made to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes, George Lyttleton MY KATE. IDEAL No. 3. HE was not as pretty as women I know, SHE And yet all your best, made of sunshine and snow, Deep to shade, melt to nought, in the long-trodden ways, While she's still remembered on warm and cold days: My Kate. Her air had a meaning, her movement a grace, My Kate. Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke, I doubt if she said to you much that could act My Kate. She never found fault with you; never implied My Kate. None knelt at her feet as adorers in thrall; They knelt more to God than they used, that was all; |