Miss Kemble and her Norma would soon paper up St. Paul's.
God bless, say I, the Queen I love—her loving subjects too—
And with this universal prayer I bid the age—adieu!
A STILL-LIFE SKETCH.
"Still, still I love thee,—love thee, love thee, still."—La Sonnambula
He stood among the mossy rocks
Beside a Highland waterfall,
And wrung his hands and tore his locks,
And cursed the gaugers one and all.