May the cup of thy life never cloy, lassie,
May thy heart e’er be light and gay;
Mayst thou meet with the smile of joy, lassie,
And a blest, and a cloudless day.
| [2] | Through the kindness of the mother of the poet, (the well-known and lamented Florio) we are enabled to present our readers with the above sweet little poem—one of his earliest compositions, and certainly not one of his worst. By mere accident it has hitherto remained unpublished.—Eds. |
LEAVES FROM A LAWYER’S PORT-FOLIO.
THE ROBBERY AND MURDER.
Macd. O, horror! horror! horror! tongue, nor heart,