I have only, in the name of the readers, to thank Mr. Coventry
Patmore for his liberality, and wish him--say, rather, assure him
of--the best return he seeks in a wide influence for good.

H. M.



THE VICTORIES OF LOVE. BOOK I.



I. FROM FREDERICK GRAHAM.


Mother, I smile at your alarms!
I own, indeed, my Cousin's charms,
But, like all nursery maladies,
Love is not badly taken twice.
Have you forgotten Charlotte Hayes,
My playmate in the pleasant days
At Knatchley, and her sister, Anne,
The twins, so made on the same plan,
That one wore blue, the other white,
To mark them to their father's sight;
And how, at Knatchley harvesting,
You bade me kiss her in the ring,
Like Anne and all the others? You,
That never of my sickness knew,