And then will her darling, like all good and true ones,
Console and sustain her,—the weak and the strong;—
And some day or other two black eyes or blue ones
Will smile on his path as he journeys along.
Wherever they win him, whoever his Phœbe,
Of course of all beauties she must be the belle,
If at Tunbridge he chance to fall in with a Hebe,
He will not fall out with a draught from the Well.
ST. GEORGE'S, HANOVER SQUARE.
Dans le bonheur de nos meilleurs amis nous trouvons souvent quelque chose qui ne nous plaît pris entièrement.
She passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire,
A delicate lady in bridal attire,—
Fair emblem of virgin simplicity;—
Half London was there, and, my word, there were few,
Who stood by the altar, or hid in a pew,
But envied Lord Nigel's felicity.
O beautiful Bride, still so meek in thy splendour,
So frank in thy love, and its trusting surrender,
Departing you leave us the town dim!
May happiness wing to thy bosom, unsought,
And Nigel, esteeming his bliss as he ought,
Prove worthy thy worship,—confound him!
SORRENTO.
Sorrento, stella d'amore.—Vincenzo da Filicaia.