Footnotes

[580:1] Those families, you know, are our upper-crust,—not upper ten thousand.—Cooper: The Ways of the Hour, chap. vi. (1850.)

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.—N. P. Willis: Necessity for a Promenade Drive.

[580:2] "Sam Slick" first appeared in a weekly paper of Nova Scotia, 1835.

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. 1797-1835.

I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west,

Through many a weary way;

But never, never can forget

The love of life's young day.

Jeannie Morrison.

And we, with Nature's heart in tune,

Concerted harmonies.

Jeannie Morrison.

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THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. 1797-1839.

I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower,

Where roses and lilies and violets meet.

I 'd be a Butterfly.

Oh no! we never mention her,—

Her name is never heard;

My lips are now forbid to speak

That once familiar word.

Oh no! we never mention her.

We met,—'t was in a crowd.

We met.

Gayly the troubadour

Touched his guitar.

Welcome me Home.

Why don't the men propose, Mamma?

Why don't the men propose?

Why don't the Men propose?

She wore a wreath of roses

The night that first we met.

She wore a Wreath.

Friends depart, and memory takes them

To her caverns, pure and deep.

Teach me to forget.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,

Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Long, long ago.

The rose that all are praising

Is not the rose for me.

The Rose that all are praising.

Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night!

There 's danger on the deep.

The Pilot.

Fear not, but trust in Providence,

Wherever thou may'st be.

The Pilot.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder:[581:1]

Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

Isle of Beauty.

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The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,

The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.

The Mistletoe Bough.

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,

And many friends I 've met;

Not one fair scene or kindly smile

Can this fond heart forget.

Oh, steer my Bark to Erin's Isle.