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How delicate a thing- 

 Is a timid girl's love, 



When first she feels its thrilling spring 

 Within her bosom move ; 



And almost trembles to impart 



The secret to her ov^^n young heart. 



How^ fondly, day by day, 



She nurtures it a while ; 

 Then fain would banish it away. 



For ever; with a smile ; 

 And laughs to think howe'er it twined 

 A moment's influence round her mind. 



Tis, though a beauteous flower. 



More precious far than fair ; 

 'Twill make man's rugged heart its bower 



And flourish sweetly there ; 

 But must be cherished, as a prize 

 Of purest worth, or Ah ! it dies. 



Franz. 

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BACHELORS' BLESSEDNESS! 



Mr. Editor, — 



Only conceive if you can, sir, of my surprise and indignation, 

 when on turning over the leaves of a book which I hstd previousli/ 

 considered rather interesting, my eye caught a passage commencing 

 as follows: — "The pace of a bachelor is sober; he would hardly 

 "mend it to get out of a storm, though the storm were to threaten a 

 ''^ deluge ; but sliew him a woman who is entitled to the compliment 

 " of his hat, and he will shuffle on as if he was walking for a wager. 

 " His house-keeper or laundress he can talk to without reserve, but 

 "any other of the sex, whose condition is above a useful dependent, 

 "is his terror. A coffee house is. his sanctum sanctorum against 

 "bright eyes and dazzling complexions; here he lounges out half 

 " his days, — at home he sits down to his unsocial meal, and when 

 " his palate is pleased, he has no other passion to gratify." Now, I 

 contend, sir, that this is a base libel upon the character of every 



