And you have seen Louis Napoleon,
And look like a Johnny Crapaud.
Come in. You will surely see Mary,

You know we are married.

What, no?

Oh, ay! I forgot there was something

Between you a twelvemonth ago.

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"TWENTY YEARS."

BEG your pardon, old fellow! I think

I was dreaming just now, when you spoke.
The fact is, the musical clink

Of the ice on your wine-goblet's brink
A chord of my memory woke.

And I stood in the pasture-field where
Twenty summers ago I had stood;
And I heard in that sound, I declare,
The clinkings of bells on the air,
Of the cows coming home from the wood.

Then the apple-blooms shook on the hill;
And the mullein-stalks tilted each lance;
And the sun behind Rapalye's mill
Was my uttermost West, and could thrill
Like some fanciful land of romance.

Then my friend was a hero, and then
My girl was an angel. In fine,

I drank buttermilk; for at ten

Faith asks less to aid her, than when

At thirty we doubt over wine.

Ah well, it does seem that I must

Have been dreaming just now when you spoke
Or lost, very like, in the dust

Of the years that slow fashioned the crust
On that bottle whose seal you last broke.

Twenty years was its age, did you say?
Twenty years? Ah, my friend, it is true!
All the dreams that have flown since that day,
All the hopes in that time passed away,
Old friend, I've been drinking with you!

FATE.

"THE sky is clouded, the rocks are bare;
The spray of the tempest is white in air;
The winds are out with the waves at play,
And I shall not tempt the sea to-day.

"The trail is narrow, the wood is dim,
The panther clings to the arching limb;
And the lion's whelps are abroad at play,
And I shall not join in the chase to-day."

But the ship sailed safely over the sea,
And the hunters came from the chase in glee;
And the town that was builded upon a rock
Was swallowed up in the earthquake shock.

D