DEAR FANNY.

HE has beauty, but still you must keep

"SHE

your heart cool:

She has wit, but you musn't be caught so :" Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool,

And 'tis not the first time I have thought so,

Dear Fanny,

'Tis not the first time I have thought so.

"She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly;

'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season;"

Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny

That Love reasons much better than Reason,

Dear Fanny?

Love reasons much better than Reason.

47

A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.

"A

TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura, en

chanted,

"I'll build in this garden,-the thought is

divine!"

Her temple was built, and she now only wanted

An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her

A Friendship, the fairest his art could invent; But so cold and so dull, that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant.

"Oh never," she cried, "could I think of enshrining

An image whose looks are so joyless and dim:-But yon little god, upon roses reclining,

We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of

him."

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.

So the bargain was struck with the little god laden

:

She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove; "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first

maiden

Who came but for Friendship and took away

Love."

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.

EASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say

Went on a party of pleasure one day:

Folly play'd

Around the maid,

The bells of his cap rang merrily out;

While Reason took

To his sermon-book

O! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt,

Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.

REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.

Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,

Turn'd for a moment to Reason's dull page,

Till Folly said,

"Look here, sweet maid!'

The sight of his cap brought her back to herself,

While Reason read

His leaves of lead,

With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf! No,-no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!

Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap; Had he that on, he her heart might entrap"There it is,"

Quoth Folly, "old quiz!"

(Folly was always good-natured, 'tis said.)

"Under the sun

There's no such fun,

As Reason with my cap and bells on his head,

Reason with my cap and bells on his head!"

MINERVA'S THIMBLE.

But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore,

That Beauty now liked him still less than before:

While Folly took

Old Reason's book,

And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton,

That Beauty vow'd

(Tho' not aloud)

She liked him still better in that than his own,

Yes,-liked him still better in that than his own.

MINERVA'S THIMBLE.

OUNG Jessica sat all the day,

YOUNG

With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining;

Her needle bright beside her lay,

So active once!-now idly shining.

Ah, Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts

That love and mischief are most nimble;

The safest shield against the darts

Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble.