H THE TWO QUESTIONS. PINE for the hills-for the lakes-for the heather; I fervently long to be somewhere away. One cannot be growling all day at the weather, Or getting through ices and claret all day. Of Cook or of Gaze a suggestion or two, The squares of the West are deserted and lonely, And very few Members of Parliament only Will wait for the Session to crawl to its close. 196 THE TWO QUESTIONS. For walking or driving, or steaming or sailing, I pine for my journey and long to begin it ;— 遮 SLOWLY, BUT SURELY. YES where a smile very seldom, if ever is; Down to the ground in the deepest of reveries Speaking as little of love as of merriment, Still you can wound, and have tried the experiment; Slowly, but surely. Where there are wounds there are often recoveries, Did you not count how forbearing a lover is Too prematurely? Say to your owner, blue eyes, without fretting her, He who adored her may end by forgetting herSlowly, but surely. "GETTING BROWNER EV'RY DAY." ROAMED among the meadows in October, The skies were growing dull and growing sober; I paused awhile to murmur, "Poor old fellow; In boyhood, when my day was only early, And people kept perpetually crying, "Young Green is getting browner ev'ry day!" "GETTING BROWNER EV'RY DAY." I traded on the vile dissimulation Until I left my own, my native land. One hates to be a "sham" when over fifty; They gaze upon my flaxen head and say--- 199 "Why, Green, you're getting browner ev'ry day!' |