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LAW AND WALTZING.
EX scripta, the written, the written, the
Non scripta, non scripta, the unwritten law, Include and, include and, not only the customs Of certain, and certain, and certain
Oh, pshaw ! Here now am I reading this chapter of Blackstone,
To the time, to the time of the waltzes last night; Von Weber, Von Weber! and Blackstone, and
Ah, me! how we floated together, together,
Adown and adown the bright depths of the room, All under and under the wreathings of banners,
And into Perfumeland of bloom and of bloom.
As one, and as one--and our souls the mad music;
Her heart beating time unto mine, unto mine; We waltzed away, waltzed away, out of the finite Afar and afar into
Bosh! it is nine,
And here is my Blackstone awaiting my pleasure ;
Ah, well, I suppose it is time now for it;
Forget the dance too. “Lex scripta, the writ
T the doorway of the wigwam
Sat the ancient arrow-maker,
In the land of the Dacotahs,
Through their thoughts they heard a footstep,
Straight the ancient arrow-maker
At the feet of Laughing Water
Then uprose the Laughing Water,
Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood, Listened while the guest was speaking, Listened while her father answered, But not once her lips she opened, · Not a single word she uttered,
Yet, as in a dream she listened To the words of Hiawatha.
“After many years of warfare,
And the ancient arrow-maker
And the lovely Laughing Water
Thus was Hiawatha's wooing!
Pleasant was the journey homeward, All the birds sang loud and sweetly
Songs of happiness and heart's-ease;
Happy are you, Laughing Water,
From the sky the sun benignant
THE SEA-CAPTAIN'S FAREWELL TO HIS
HE breeze whistles fresh above us, the swift tide
runneth below; The ship, they tell me, is waiting—is waiting,
and I must go ; For I earn my bread on the waters--on the storm
tossed, treacherous main ; I'll be back in a year, my darling, when the roses
A year;—full many a sailor, ere the year is over, shall
sleep, With a boulder of rock for a pillow, in the tangle
weed, fathoms deep. Back in a year, my darling,—the words are quickly
said, But the storm will be up and doing, and the sea will What then ? Who die in their duty die well, and are
have its dead.
in His hand. “We're as near to heaven," said the brave man, " by
sea as we are by land.” E’en then we shall have a meeting, and no more
parting and pain,When both are at rest on the Father's breast, and the roses bloom again.
H. W. Dulcken.
THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.
ND are ye sure the news is true ?
And are ye sure he's weel ?
Is this a time to think o' wark ?
When Colin's at the door?
And see him come ashore.
There's nae luck at a';
When our gudeman's awa.
My bishop's satin gown;
That Colin's in the town.
My stockings pearly blue ;
For he's baith leal and true.
Put on the muckle pot;
And Jock his Sunday coat;