The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-05-01
Poetic Answers.

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Good sense which only is the gift Of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven
Pope.
A form so fair, that like the air
Tis less of earth than heaven.
e. Z. Pinkney.
He is SO full Of pleasant anecdote,
So rich, so gay, SO poignant in his wit:
Time vanishes before him as he speaks,
And ruddy morning through the lattice peeps
Joanna Ballie.
WHAT DO ToU LIkB BEST.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin Of the soul-thc dinner bell.
Byron.
A slight Irritation by the light OF n 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,
livery moment-and again.
j. &. Sake.
WHAT DO YoU DISLIKE MOST?
Ofevery bore,
II to the list you add q score,
Are not so bad, upon my lie,
As that one scourgc, n scolding vile.
-Berni.
Drunkenness. whose vile iucontincncc
Take both away, the reason and the sense,
1t browns the better parts. making tile name
ro foes laughter, to friends Il 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 60 to church to-day,
&. To look devout and seem to pray,
anu tO-lllOIlON cN1'A 6oSo SN"@N
Be dealing SANDER through the town.
Mrs. Sigourney.
To dress rs the mobiles dress,
In cloth of silver and gold,
With silk and satin and costly turs
In many an ample fold. -.
-TIool.
Oh, grant me, Heaven, q middle state,
Neither too humble, nor too great,
- More than enough for natures ends,
Il With something left to treat my friends.
G. '-Nlallet.
Oh, gic me the lass that hae acres OF charms
Oh, gic me lass wi the weel stockit farm
Burns.
Then let me get money as bees lay up honey;
IN build new hives and store each CELL
The sight OF my treasure wifi yield me great
e. pleasure,
- III count it, and chink it, and jingle it well
DIR. Franklin.
WHAT is YOUR FAvoRITE FLOWER?
Magnificent Gala, in mantle OF milk.
Mrs. Sigourney.
The chaste camelia's pure and spotlcss bloom
That boasts no fragrance and conccals NJ
thorn.
William Roscos.
And faith that thousand ills can brave
Speaks in thy blue leaves, "forgct-me-not.'
-Percival.
Rose, thou art the sweetest flower.
Burns.
WHO is YOUR INTENDED?
A perfect woman nobly planned,
10 warn, to comfort and command,
And yet spirit still and bright,
With something of an angels light.
-Wordsworth.
A judge, man so learned,
So full OF equity, so noble-envy
Itself cannot accuse, or malice vitiate.
Chapman and Shirley.
A hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, q mountchank,
A thread-bare jugglcr, and fortunc-tcller,
a needy, hollow-cycd, sharp-lookins wretch
Shakespeare.
A rosebud set with willtul thorns
As sweet as English air can make her.
-Tcnnyson.
WHAT is THE CHARACTER OF YOUR INTENDED
She takes the most delight
In music, instruments and poetry.
Shakespeare.
The solemn fop, significant and bulge,
4 fool with judges and among fools judge
-Cowper.
She has read her fathers wcll-nllcd Ebrar
with profit,
And can talk charmingly: she can sing
And play, too, passably, and dance with spiri,
She is knowing in all needle-work;
And shines in kitchen as we'll as parlor.
j. y. Barker.
He is n scholar, and ripe and good one,
Exceedingly wise, ftir spoken and persuadin!
Shakespeare.
WHAT IS YOUR DESTINY?
Never wedding, never wooing,
Still lovelorn heart pursuing.
Campbell.
10 be man OF rank and of capacious sou
To riches have, and fame beyond desire,
And heir to flattery, TO titles born,
And reputation and luxurious life
Robert Pollock.
Single MS stray glove, minus its mate.
Fanny kemble.
WHERE WILL YOUR HONE BE?