...former days When I could never pass that road but She Who lived within these walls, at my approach, A Daughter's welcome gave me ; and I loved her As my own child. O Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a...

..."the good die first," but others too may God distinguish in his mercy by removing suddenly, while " they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket °." It is not for man, however, to indulge in such contemplations. Let it be granted that Raphael,...

...relic lie — fond thought — vain words ! Forgive them — never did my steps approach This humble door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome...as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a Passenger Hath bless'd poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that...

...hope and promise — they did not stay long enough for disappointment and degradation and decay — " The good die first ; " And they whose hearts are dry as summer duet, " Burn to the socket." So says a great living poet ; and however ungenH 2 richly hung with underwood,...

...relic lie— foud thought — vain words! Forgive them — never did my steps approach This humble door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved tier As my own child. Oh, Sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts arc dry as summer dust Burn...

...the helm, he need be under no apprehension. ORIGINAL POETRY. THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. Ah ! sir, the good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket! WORDSWORTH* THERE came no vision girt with glorious pomp ; No seraph stood reveal'd ; nor heavenly...

...with electric wires! How goothly sings tho Swan of Avon! sweetest when the dirge is sympathetic — " The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer' dust Burn to the socket." There is a disease known to our insular catalogue of maladies called a " galloping consumption." Being...

...extinguished of her lonely hut, The hut itself abandoned to decay, And she forgotten in the quiet grave ! O sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket. To her hut no one came But he was welcome ; no one went away But that it seemed she loved him.— 3...

...fire, all around it. Affliction has temA ripe heart! now I know what Wordsworth meant, when he said, The good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Bum to the socket! The town clock is striking midnight. The cold of the night-wind is door and window-crevice...

...clear, compact, and beautifully expressed truths. We will take a few at random. VOL. VII. No. 21. 96 O Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. But know we not that he, who intermits The appointed task and duties of the day, Untunes full oft the...