’Tis wisely ordered that——
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I have forgot what I was going to say.
——:o:——
The Little Absentee.
(Miss L. E. Landon.)
[The only illustration to this contribution should be three elegantly-ornamented letters “L.E.L.” Through the clouds in the background might be dimly discerned a face, whose expression seems to hover between Romance and Reality—that indicates a spirit bound by every natural tie to the altar of song, yet stealing a sidelong look at the shrine of prose, as if inclined to offer up half its worship there.]
I see the bright procession wind
“Like a golden snake” along;
And I gaze around the Abbey, lined