LOVERS OF PLEASURE 



"The joys of earth and air are thine entire,, 



That with thy feet and wings dost hc(p ancViy { 



And when thy poppy works, thou dost retfr'e ' J ' ' 3 > > 

 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." 



DIFFEKENT 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 



