BLASTED HOPES.

We said good-bye! My lips to hers were pressed.

We looked into each other’s eyes and sighed;

I pressed the maiden fondly to my breast,

And went my way across the foamy tide.

I stood upon the spot where Cæsar fell,

I mused beside the great Napoleon’s tomb;

I loitered where dark-visaged houris dwell,

And saw the fabled lotus land abloom.