CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE ROSE OF CLEVELAND.

"And so I won my Genevieve,

My bright my beauteous bride."

S. T. COLERIDGE.

Lovely is the cottage window,

All with rarest woodbine crown'd,

Where the flower (of flowers the sweetest;)

Cleveland's fairest rose is found!

When the vesper-star shone palely
O'er the weary world's repose;
When the moon walk'd high and lonely,
First I met my Cleveland rose.

Like that evening stars first-rising,
Like the glow-worm in the dell,
Were those eyes so bright, so gentle,
Of the maid I love so well.

And Horace, himself a mere citizen, and servile courtier,

adds:

"Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemus, et fugit urbes." Which Pope has feebly and even erroneously, through feeble and erroneous sympathies, translated:—

Alas! to grottoes and to groves we run

To ease and silence every Muses' son."

CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE ROSE OF CLEVELAND.

"And so I won my Genevieve,

My bright my beauteous bride."

S. T. COLERIdge.

Lovely is the cottage window,

All with rarest woodbine crown'd,

Where the flower (of flowers the sweetest;)

Cleveland's fairest rose is found!

When the vesper-star shone palely
O'er the weary world's repose;
When the moon walk'd high and lonely,
First I met my Cleveland rose.

Like that evening stars first-rising,
Like the glow-worm in the dell,
Were those eyes so bright, so gentle,
Of the maid I love so well.

And Horace, himself a mere citizen, and servile courtier,

"Scriptorum chorus omnis amat nemus, et fugit urbes.” Which Pope has feebly and even erroneously, through feeble and erroneous sympathies, translated:

Alas! to grottoes and to groves we run

To ease and silence every Muses' son."

CLEVELAND SKETCHES.

THE ROSE OF CLEVELAND.

"And so I won my Genevieve,

My bright my beauteous bride."

S. T. COLERIDGE.

Lovely is the cottage window,

All with rarest woodbine crown'd,

Where the flower (of flowers the sweetest;)

Cleveland's fairest rose is found!

When the vesper-star shone palely

O'er the weary world's repose;
When the moon walk'd high and lonely,
First I met my Cleveland rose.

Like that evening stars first-rising,
Like the glow-worm in the dell,
Were those eyes so bright, so gentle,
Of the maid I love so well.