Some of the days in this month seem
“For talking age and youthful lovers made.”
The genial breezes animate declining life, and waft “visions of glory” to those who are about to travel the journey of existence on their own account. In the following lines, which, from the “Lady’s Scrap Book,” whence they were extracted, appear to have been communicated to her on this day, by a worthy old gentleman “of the old school,” there is a touch of satirical good humour, that may heighten cheerfulness.
No Flattery
From J. M—— Esq.
To Miss H—— W——.
March 28, 1825.
I never said thy face was fair,
Thy cheeks with beauty glowing;
Nor whispered that thy woodland air
With grace was overflowing.
I never said thy teeth were white,
In hue were snow excelling;
Nor called thine eye, so blue, so bright,
Young Love’s celestial dwelling.
I never said thy voice so soft,
Soft heart but ill concealing;
Nor praised thy sparkling glances oft,
So well thy thoughts revealing.
I never said thy taper form
Was, Hannah, more than handsome;
Nor said thy heart, so young, so warm,
Was worth a monarch’s ransom.
I never said to young or old
I felt no joy without thee:
No, Hannah, no, I never told
A single lie about thee.