Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl— Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now doubt-now pain For her soul gives me sigh for sigh; Shines, bright and strong, Astarté within the sky; While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eyeWhile ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. My tantalized spirit Of myrtles and roses : For now, while so quietly A holier odour About it, of pansies A rosemary odour, Commingled with pansiesWith rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. And so it lies happily, A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie— Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. When the light was extinguished, And she prayed to the angels To shield me from harm. FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- *In this and the following poem, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end. The name of the person to whom it was addressed will thus appear. The trivialest point, or you may lose your labour! If one could merely comprehend the plot. Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando— Still form a synonym for Truth.—Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. An Enigma. "SELDOM we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce, Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.” But this is, now-you may depend upon it— Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't. THE END. HENRY VIZETELLY, PRINTER AND ENGRAVER, GOUGH SQUARE, FLEET STREET, |