But love will lay the highest low,
Make some, despairing, seek the river
To drown themselves; while many a beau
At sight of Cupid's dart will quiver.
SENTIMENTS FOR THE STAGE.
FOR A BRITISH TAR.
The lubber who would strike a lovely woman in distress is unworthy of the name of T. P. Cooke.
FOR A PRIMA DONNA.
Ah, Ferdinand! when treading the field of battle, when reaping laurels for thy noble brow; when in the hour of triumph or of revelry, thou art far from her who loves thee, still thou wilt think of Carolina, and madly recollect, "She wore a wreath of roses." Sings—
"She wore a wreath of roses."