Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1879-04-15

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Time vanishes before him as he speaks,
And ruddy morning through the lattice peeps
Joanna Baillie
WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST
That all-soitening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin OF the soul-the dinner bell.
Byron.
A slight Irritation by the light OF a chandelier.
With music to play in the pauses
And nobody very near. Willis.
Gold Gold Gold Gold
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
Hood
Give me kisses ! all is waste save the luxury o.
the taste,
And for distinguishes live only when we take
or give,
Kiss me, then,
Every moment-and again.
j. G. Sake.
WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE MOST?
OF every bore,
II to the list you add a score,
Are not SO bad, upon my lite,
As that one scourge, scolding wife.
-Berni.
Drunkenness, whose vile incontinence
Take both away, the reason and the sense,
1t browns the better parts, making the name
To foes laughter, to friends shame.
Randolph
Coarse speech, bad grammar, swearing,
Drinking, vice. Holmes.
Homemade physic that sickens the sick,
Thick for thin and thin for thick;
Hood.
WHAT IS YOUR HIGHEST AMBITION?
To go TO church to-day,
To look devout and seem to pay,
And ere to-morrow's sun goes down
Be dealing SANDER through the town.
Mrs Sigourncy.
To dress as the mobiles dress,
In cloth of silver and gold,
With silk and satin and costly turs
In many ample fod.
Hood.
Oh, grant me, Heaven, middle state,
Neither too humble, nor too great,
More than enough for natures ends,
With something left to treat my friends.
-Mallet.
Oh, gle me the lass that hae acres of charms
Oh, gle me lass wi the weel stockit farm
Burns.
Then let me get money as bees lay up honey
Eli build new hives and store each cell,
The sight of my treasure will yield me great
pleasure,
III count it, and chink it, and jingle it well
DIR. Franklin.
WHAT is YOUR FAvoRITE FLOWER?
Magnificent calla in mantle of milk.
Mrs. Sigourney.
The chaste camelia's pure and spotless bloom
That boasts no fragrance and conceals nc
thorn.
William Roscos.
And faith that a thousand ills can brave
Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not'
-Percival.
Rose, thou art the sweetest flower.
Burns.
WHO is YOUR INTENDED?
A perfect woman nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort and command,
And yet spirit still and bright,
With something of an angels light
Wordsworth
A Judge, man SO learned,
So fun OF equity, SO noble-envy
Itsefcannot accuse, or malice vitiate
Chapman and Shirley
A hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, q mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch
Shakespeare.
A rosebud SET with willful thorns
As sweet as English air can make her
-Tennyson.
WHAT is THE CHARACTER OF YOUR INTENDED
She takes the most delight
In music, instruments and poetry.
Shakespeare.
The solemn fop, significant and bulge,
A fool with Judges, and among fools Judge
-Cowper.
She has read her fathers well-flled hbrar
with profit,
And can talk charmingly: she can sing
And play, too, passably, and dance with spirit
She is knowing in all needle-work;
And shines in kitchen as well as parlor.
j. N. Barker
He is a scholar, and ripe and good one,
Exceedingly wise, fair spoken and persuadine
Shakespeare.
WHAT is YOUR DESTINY?
Never wedding, never wooing
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing.
Campbell.
To be man OF rank and of capacious sou
To riches have and fame beyond desire,
And heir to fiattery, to titles born,
And reputation and luxurious life.
Robert Pollock.
Single as stray glove, minus its mate.
Fanny Kemble.
WHERE WILL YOUR HOME BE,
Where beasts with man divided empire clail