young and hemenent swells, but my xperiense of uman life teaches me,
as the werry werry appiest time of a man's life is from 30 to about
40, perwided as he has been lucky enuff to secure for hisself a yung,
bewtifool, good-tempered, helegant, and ercomplished Bride, to, as the
Poet says, harve his sorrows, and dubble his joys.

ROBERT.

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[Illustration: WHAT OUR ARTIST (THE ILLUSTRATOR) HAS TO PUT UP WITH.

_Fair Authoress_. "AND, FOR THE FRONTISPIECE, I WANT YOU TO DRAW THE
HEROINE STANDING PROUDLY ERECT BY THE SEASHORE, GAZING AT THE STILL
IMAGE OF HERSELF IN THE TROUBLED WAVES. THE SUN IS SETTING; IN THE
EAST THE NEW MOON IS RISING--A THIN CRESCENT. HER FACE IS THICKLY
VEILED; AN UNSHED TEAR IS GLISTENING IN HER BLUE EYE; HER SLENDER,
WHITE, JEWELLED HANDS ARE CLENCHED INSIDE HER MUFF. THE CURLEWS ARE
CALLING, UNSEEN--"

_F.A.'s Husband_. "YES; DON'T FORGET THE CURLEWS--THEY COME IN
CAPITALLY! I CAN LEND YOU A STUFFED ONE, YOU KNOW--TO DRAW FROM!" &c.,
&c., &c., &c., &c.]

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THE LYING SPIRIT.

The Lying Spirit! "Doctrine hard!" some mutter,
Dictated by unsympathetic scorn;