And brightest shine when shone upon,

Nor half their orient rays retain,

When light wanes dim and day is gone:

So Beauty beams, for one dear one!

Acquires fresh splendour in his sight,

Her life—her light—her day—her sun—

Her harbinger of all that's bright![2]

ANECDOTE VERSIFIED.

Lord Albemarle to Mademoiselle Gaucher, on seeing her look very earnestly at the Evening Star.