Oh! should I not—idle and dreaming child—
Shrink back from a being all pure and wise?
I will hush in my heart that trust,
I will hide from the world that daring dream,
And seek in the sand for the golden dust,
Since ever they mingle in Life’s deep stream.
The gay party separated about 12 o’clock, apparently highly satished with each other and themselves. It is to be hoped, they will meet again as “beautifully blue” as ever. And in the meantime, forgive me for having converted “pro bono publico,” their classic saloon, into a modern “Ear of Dyonisius.”
FANNY.
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