MODERN CONSTANCY. 



Would you seek Constancy ? 'Tis out of date, 

 Laid by, with the brocades, the three-piled velvets, 

 That decked our grand-dames for the festival ; 

 And maidens now wear with their lighter robes, 

 A faith as easily put on and off 

 As an old glove. 



" To love one lover or more is constancy, — not to be able 

 to love at all is inconstancy." The sentiment is not mine, gen- 

 tle reader ; it issued from the oracular lips of a renowned Ger- 

 man lady, who has lately been enshrined as a modern goddess 

 of reason, by a certain class of philosophers ; and certainly a 

 more convenient doctrine to extenuate fickleness could scarcely 

 be desired by a coquette. The remark struck me, however, 

 not so much for its frank effrontery, as for its whimsical coin- 

 cidence with the practice, if not the theory of little Fanny Gay, 

 our minister's daughter. 



Fanny was a pretty little creature, with the bluest of eyes, 

 the rosiest of lips, and the merriest of faces. But unfortunately 



