PARAPHRSE FROM HORACE.

CARM. III. 9.

HE.

WHILE I was dear to thee;

While yet, with all my faults,

You loved with none but me

To tread the maze of redowa or waltz, -

I lived content, and happier far

Then e'en victorious Russian czar.

SHE.While with no other girl you talked

At balls by night, at kettledrums by day,

With me alone on Sundays walked,

And daily sent the ravishing bouquet,

I envied not the leading belle

Whose list new conquests daily swell!

HE.That belle, whose eyes are bright as day,