And fed on hope which love supplies.
Ah! then I felt it had been sin
To doubt that she could e’er belie
Her vows!—I found ’twas only tin
She sought, and love was all my eye!
Was all my eye!
SHIPPING INTELLIGENCE.
The Shamrock ran upon a timber-raft on Monday morning, and was off Deal in ten minutes afterwards.
The storm of Thursday did considerable damage to the shipping in the Thames. A coal was picked up off Vauxhall, which gave rise to a report that a barge had gone down in the offing. On making inquiries at Lloyd’s, we asked what were the advices, when we were advised to mind our own business, an answer we have too frequently received from the underlings of that establishment. The Bachelor has been telegraphed on its way up from Chelsea. It is expected to bring the latest news relative to the gas-lights on the Kensington-road, which, it is well known, are expected to enjoy a disgraceful sinecure during the winter.