LOVERS OF PLEASURE. 



" The joys of earth and air are thine entire, 



That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly ; 

 And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire 

 To thy carved acorn-bed to lie. 



'' But ah ! the sickle ! golden ears are cropped, 



Ceres and Bacchus bid good-night ; 

 Sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topped, 



And what scythes spared, winds chase off" quite." 

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DIFFERENT nations would seem to have as opposite ideas 

 about, happiness as about beauty. The Japanese, for in- 

 stance, have selected that half-dead liver of centuries, the 

 tortoise, to figure their idea of perfect enjoyment, while a 



