A. MATORY Some in life's winter may toil to ?seover Means of procuring a weary delay. I'd be a butterfly, living a rover, Dying when fair things ?re fading away. l'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butlerfly, Dying when fair things are fading away. I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. L?'? others breathe the melting sigh? And swear they love to madness; ?'o them I leave the tearful eye, And all Iove's sober ssdness. No tender vows and pray'rs are mine, But_this I swear sincerely, While trulh and honest love are thine, 1'11 love thee ever dearly. Then lady, though I scorn the wiles Which love too oft discovers, Ne'er spl?rn the heart that woos in smiles, For smiles are made for lovers. And though no tender vows are mine, Yet this I swear'sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. I CANNOT STAY A MINUTE. Now where so fast ? a young man said To her he for'd, one day, When she, with blushes, tnrn'd her head, And cried, don't stop me, pray; But why this hurry ? he .replied, As blithe as any linnet; Yet still the pretty Emma cried, I cannot stay a mint?te.
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