Just like mortal prime.

River, River, rapid River,
Swifter now you slip away;
Swift and silent as an arrow,
Through a channel dark and narrow,
Like life's closing day.

River, River, headlong River,
Down you dash into the sea;
Sea, that line hath never sounded,
Sea, that voyage hath never rounded,
Like eternity.

_Blackwood's Magazine._

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The Anecdote Gallery.


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YOUTH OF MOZART.

_Abridged from the Foreign Quarterly Review._