260 THE CONTRAST. In the country, what bliss, when it rains in the fields, To live on the transports that shuttlecock yields; Or go crawling from window to window, to see A pig on a dunghill or crow on a tree. In town, we've no use for the skies overhead, In the country, these planets delightfully glare, But 'tis in the country alone we can find THE CONTRAST. 261 Indeed I must own, 'tis a pleasure complete To see ladies well draggled and wet in their feet; When we capture, in triumph, two toads and an eel? I have heard though, that love in a cottage is sweet, When two hearts in one link of soft sympathy meet; That's to come—for as yet I, alas! am a swain, Who require, I own it, more links to my chain. In the country, if Cupid should find a man out, In town let me live then, in town let me die, LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. A CONCEIT. SIR J. NOEL PATON. WEET! in the flowery garland of our love, A secret strand of purest gold entwined. While bloomed the magic flowers, we scarcely knew With scarce a sigh !—And yet the flowers were fair, Fed by youth's dew and love's enchanted air; LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. 263 Ay! fair as youth and love; but doomed, alas ! But this bright thread of unadulterate ore— Friendship-will last though love exist no more; And though it lack the fragrance of the wreath,— Unlike the flowers, it hides no thorn beneath. YEARS AGO. THOMAS L. PEACOCK. PLAYED with you, 'mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to please no more. Through groves and meads, o'er grass and heather, We wandered hand in hand together,- You grew a lovely roseate maiden, |