malignity or ill feeling to those who were most quizzed.

You will accept them as some proof of my sincere and affectionate appreciation of your noble qualities— your genius cast in the classic mould of Antiquity— your goodness which endears you to all-your excellent and delightful disposition which like some bright sunshine sheds happiness around you. My admiration of you has been of old standing. It was deep and devoted while I was yet a stranger to you, but since I knew you it has warmed into enthusiasm. Eight years ago when

you honoured me with some letters, I remember that I expressed a wish to manifest to you my esteem and respect by something more than a mere profession. How enchanted am I that the time has at length arrived; and that even in this trivial manner I am enabled to put my sentiments on record; and to boast with pride, that among those who regard me and rank me among their friends, I should reckon the illustrious author of Ion.

BELIEVE ME TO BE,

DEAR SERJEANT TALfourd,

TRULY AND EVER YOUR'S,

EDWARD KENEALY,

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May's sweet roses deck her face,

Angels listen when she sings;

Round her flits each winning grace;

Youth its charms about her flings.

Gentle are her starry eyes,

Rich and soft her dark brown hair ;

Olden Greece had no such prize,

Venus was not half so fair.

Every soft attractive spell

Finds within her heart a goal;

Loveliness and goodness dwell

Orb-like in her heavenly soul.

O, divine enchantress bright!

Dare I love thy looks of light?