With this the feeling of the House appeared to coincide; the Speaker to the treasurer for funds at once applied, and at the sight of money there arose, from every side, one universal clamour of—"Divide! divide! divide!"
LIGHTS OF THE PRESENT, NOT OF OTHER DAYS.
'Tis moonlight where the silver waters stray,
'Tis safety-light in mines or caverns deep;
'Tis waxlight at the dinner-party gay,
'Tis rushlight in the room where mortals sleep.
'Tis candlelight in many a parlour neat,
Where father, mother, children, sit at tea:
'Tis gaslight in the office, shop, and street,
'Tis twilight when the muffin-boy we see.