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“ She was a phantom,” &c.

IN lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the

lordly stag,

The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary


And plodding ploughmen's weary steps insensibly

grow quicker,

As broadening casements light them on towards

home, or home-brewed liquor.

It is (in fact) the evening—that pure and pleasant


When stars break into splendour, and poets into



When in the glass of Memory the forms of loved

ones shine

And when, of course, Miss Goodchild's is prominent

in mine.

Miss Goodchild !-Julia Goodchild !-how graciously

you smiled

Upon my childish passion once, yourself a fair

haired child :

When I was (no doubt) profiting by Dr. Crabb’s


And sent those streaky lollipops home for your

fairy suction!

“She wore” her natural “roses, the night when

first we met

Her golden hair was gleaming 'neath the coercive

net :

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“Her brow was like the snawdrift,” her step was

like Queen Mab's,

And gone was instantly the heart of every boy at


The parlour-boarder chasséed tow'rds her on graceful


The onyx deck'd his bosom—but her smiles were

not for him :

With me she danced—till drowsily her eyes

" began

to blink,"

And I brought raisin wine, and said, “Drink, pretty

creature, drink!”

And evermore, when winter comes in his garb of

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Shall I-with that soft hand in mine-enact ideal


And dream I hear demure remarks, and make

impassioned answers :

I know that never, never may her love for me


At night I muse upon the fact with undisguised


· But ever shall I bless that day: (I don't bless, as

a rule,

The days I spent at “ Dr. Crabb’s Preparatory


And yet—we too may meet again—(Be still, my

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I stood—we stood-upon a rug, in a sumptuous

dining-room :

One hand clasped hers—one easily reposed upon

my hip

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