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LOUISE. 



1 knew her — loved her — while she smiled, 

 An artless, unsuspecting child ; 

 Her gladsome words a music sent 

 To the deep heart, most eloquent. 



O ! beautiful Louise. 

 I knew her — loved her — when she stood 

 In the fair bloom of womanhood, 

 Shedding around a lovely light, 

 Of star-like splendour, softly bright. 



O ! beautiful Louise. 

 I love her — though eternal rest 

 Is now her portion with the blest; 

 She was too pure — too fair in soul 

 For earth's subduing, dark controul. 



Ah ! beautiful Louise. 

 Devonshire Place. Leon. 



PATIENCE AT A NONPLUS. 



Owen, the hero of our rival establishment, was a 

 great favourite in Bury, privately as well as publicly, 

 since, in one respect particularly, he eclipsed all the 

 ** day-light actors" of his time. He could put off his 

 vulgarity with his stage clothes, and retain all his 

 humour. There was a silk mercer, who had frequented 

 Bury fair many years, and was remarkable for his im- 

 perturable complacency. His patience was of a rival 

 fame to Job's. It obtained him a continual reference. 

 Some wags on this occasion determined to put his 

 vaunted virtue to the test, and procured Owen for their 

 instrument, by laying a wager with him that he could 

 not ruffle the worthy dealer's temper. Lewey imme- 

 diately walked to the booth, (every feature of his 

 public appearance having disappeared in his plain 

 clothes,) and inquired for a particular silk. It did not 

 suit him when shewn, and he desired to see another ; 

 which was accordingly taken down and unrolled. 

 ^Xbftt was nearer the colour, but wanted a shade of it. 

 — A third. That was the colour, but of too fine a tex- 

 ture. — A fourth. That was too coarse; a medium 



