o turning festival, old Bisine! Great is tal Go-bet t t a name, typifying tless principle ion in union? or tal prelate, itippet and t, t laerious personage! like unto tred fat Jerome, nor Ambrose, nor Cyril; nor t infants to eternal torments, Austin, gift. t attended en ttle Loves, and the air is
Brusling wings.
Singing Cupids are ters and tors; and instead of tical arrohee.
In ottle missives, ycleped Valentines, cross and intercross eac every street and turning. t tman sinks beneate embarrassments, not is scarcely credible to ent tsoo t enric of porters, and detriment of knockers and bell-tle visual interpretations, no emblem is so common as t, -- t little t of all our uck and bleeding ; it is ted and tortured into more allegories and affectations t. auty ers and metropolis of God Cupid in tomical seat rat very clear; but , and it easily imagine, upon some otem rary, a lover addressing ress, in perfect simplicity of feeling, quot;Madam, my liver and fortune are entirely at your disposal;quot; or putting a delicate question, quot;Amanda, o besto; But custom tled t of sentiment to triangle, unate neig at animal and anatomical distance.
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at t quot;gives a very eco ted.quot; But its issues seldom anso t is so seldom t just t to see comes. But of all tations t in expectation is t uso usine. As t announced tal entrance of Duncan, so tman on t, airy, confident, and befitting one t bringetidings. It is less mec;t is not t, I am sure.quot; Visions of Love, of Cupids, of ful eternal common-places, ransports, o break tic seal, bursts upon t of some ype, some yout verses -
Lovers all,
A madrigal,
or some suc over abundant in sense -- young Love disclaims it, -- and not quite silly -- someter, a c almost join tines are not foolis easily forget to call you so) E. B. -- E. B. lived opposite a young maiden, . S of an age to enjoy receiving a Valentine, and just of a temper to bear tment of missing one ist of no common pos of designing, pero none; ttom of many a ed vignette in t no furt, and ts nobody ated s us, t passing by, and never kno, ion; and E. B. did. tist set o please t before Valentines day t, unseen and unsuspected, a say it gilt paper of common s and less allegory, but all ttiest stories of love from Ovid, and older poets t forgot, nor er, tos and fanciful devices, suc of magic. Iris dipt tines eve o te orifice--(O ignoble trust!) -- of t; but ts duty, and from cand, t morning, ine, dance about, clap er one tty emblems unfolded t, not love, or foolisations, for s could ed t images ; a God-send, as our familiarly pious ancestors termed a benefit received, is good to love t way of doing a concealed kindness.
Good-morroo my Valentine, sings poor Opter ter auspices, too o despise old legends, but are content to rank tine, and rue church.