SONG. 



judicious use of grotesque similes and distorted metaphors. It is not 

 your fault that such ornaments are considered droll and clever by 

 the majority of novel readers. 



A due regard must be had to euphony in selecting appellatives. 

 You may as well make your principal characters vulgar or ugly, as 

 give them unmusical or even common names. There is no moral rea- 

 son why the mind might not be interested as much in the loves and 

 adventures of Edward Tomkins and Clarissa Jones, as in those of 

 Edward de Lacy and Clarissa Vivyan ; but conventional prejudices 

 interfere, and they must not be treated with contempt. Letitia*Jen- 

 kins may tear her hair, or commit any other extravagance which is 

 permitted by the laws of romance, but so long as she remains Letitia 

 Jenkins, she must not expect sympathy. In the same manner, any 

 young gentleman who is entangled in the meshes of love, or tossed 

 upon the waves of passion excites our laughter rather than our in- 

 terest, if he happen to be the son of a Ramsbottom or a Sheepshanks. 



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LOVE AT SEA. 



LOVE hath wandered o'er the waves 



Full of frolic, full of guile, 

 Now, to Syrens in their caves 



Teaching many a song and wile ; 

 Now, on moonlit waters calm. 



Rocks the urchin in a shell ; 

 Now to isles of gold and balm 

 Waving with the feathery palm 



Guides his caravel : 

 Love hath gone to sea. No more 

 Let him come on shore. 



Love hath flown on noiseless wing 



Where the ship at anchor lies, 

 Won from its unerring string 



Through the sail his arrow flies 

 Oft around the slumbering crew 



Pleasant fantasies he weaves 

 Dreams of maidens far and true, 

 Singing lone the summer through 



In their bowers of leaves : 

 Love hath gone to sea. No more 

 Let him come on shore. 

 Love hath roamed the earth too long 



With his quiver full of fire, 

 Bowing proud and weak and strong, 



Sword and sceptre, pen and lyre : 

 Fitter is the ocean wild 



With its hours of changing tide, 

 Empire for the fickle child, 

 Now tormenting, now so mild, 



Now elate with pride : 

 Love shall rule the sea. No more 



Let him come on shore. H. F. C. 



