He was enraged, in such a way,
To be kept waiting there all day,
With two such beauties in the public road;
Scarce able to be civil even,
He wished them both--well, not in heaven.

Envy at last the silence broke,
And smiling, with malignant sneer,
Upon her sister dear,
Who stood in expectation by,
Ever implacable and cruel, spoke
"I would be blinded of _one_ eye!"

_American Keepsake_




ODES.--1818-28.



KING LOUIS XVII.

_("En ce temps-la du ciel les portes.")_

[Bk. I. v., December, 1822.]


The golden gates were opened wide that day,