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I ■would not be a tortoise in his screenOf stubborn shell, which waves and weatherwear not.

■’Tis better on the whole to have felt and seenThat which humanity may bear, or bear not:■’Twill teach discernment to the sensitive,

And not to pour their ocean in a sieve.

L.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast,Is that portentous phrase, «I told you so,”Utter’d by friends, those prophets of the past,"Who , ’stead of saying what you now should do,Own they foresaw that you would fall atlast,

And solace your slight lapse ’gainst «bonosmores , w

With a long memorandum of old stories.