Ah me! those joyous days are gone! ff 



I little dreamt, till they were flown, /ff 



How fleeting W ere the hours! 

 For, lesi he break the plepsing ppell, 



Time bears for \ outh a muffled bell, / 



And hides his face in flowers ! / 



Ah! well I mind me of the days, 

 Still bright in memory's flattering rays 



When all was fair and new; 

 When knaves were only found in books, 

 And f tiends were known by friendly looks, 



And love was always true! 



While yet of sin I scarcely dreamed, 

 And everything was what it seemed, 



And alt too bright for choice; 

 When fays were wont to guard ipy sleep, 

 Crusoe still cou'd make 



And 

 And Santadaus, rejoice! 



i me weep, 



When heaven was pictured to my thought, 

 (In spite of all my mother taught 



Of happiness srene) 

 A theatre of boyish play 

 One glorious round of holidays, 



Without a school between! 



Ah me! these joy out days are gone; 

 L little dreamt, till they were flown, 



How fleeting were the hours! 

 For, lost he break the pleading spell, 

 lime bears for youth a m* ffled bell, 



And hides bis face in flowers! John G, Saxe. 



A3 



Stop Thief ! r ^ 



I saw a figure iu my rear, 



With stealthy step he ventured near / 



And sna'ched a curl away. 

 " Give back the ringlet, give," I cried, 

 " I need it a defect to hide" 

 He gave, but it was gray. 



Thftn with a cold and formal bow 

 He touched hi* pencil to my bow 



Ah, what a mark was there! 

 " Oh, wipe ir off, you imp," I cried; 

 He left another b/ its side. 



And moc&ed at my despair. 



And th D n, as if to leave a trace 

 Of all hia footprints on my face, 



He stole the peach's fcloom 

 Which mantled o'er my rosy cheek, 

 And le't me callow, pale and weak, 



Fit teuant ior the tomb. 



He ptole my merry heart so gay, 

 He stole my ringing laugh away, 



He veiled ray lustrous eye; 



H stole my firm elastic step, > 63, SNOW HlLL 



Stole all my charms, is stealing yet, 



And will steal till I die. 



" Stop thief ! stop thief ! stop thief !" I cried. 

 A gentle angel-voioe replied, 



" Weep not for faded flowers; 

 The arrant thief you so much tear, 



