. Ballades. Et puis le suivant, et encore je le trouve. Découvrez ici comment la richesse mise de côté a été poussée, et Folly a mis en place exalté;comment les Princes ont pris pied dans la poussière, tandis que les laquais dans le voûté de selle. Bien que le thrice soit mille ans passé, depuis Davides fils, le triste et splendide, le roi fatigué Ecclesiast, sur ses horribles comprimés l'ont penné, — 196 VANITAS VANITATUM. Methinks le texte n'est jamais stalo, AUD la vie est chaque jour renouveler de nouveaux commentaires sur la tiie OM vieux conte de Folly, Fortune, gloire, ruine. Hark au Preacher, prêcher encore! Il lève sa voix et pleure son sermon, ici à Saint-Pierre de Cornhill, A.

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. Ballads. And then the next, and still I find it. Read here how Wealth aside was thrust, And Folly set in place exalted;How Princes footed in the dust, While lackeys in the saddle vaulted. Though thrice a thousand years are past, Since Davids son, the sad and splendid, The weary King Ecclesiast, Upon his awful tablets penned it, — 196 VANITAS VANITATUM. Methinks the text is never stalo, Aud life is every day renewing Fresh comments on tiie oM old tale Of Folly, Fortune, Glory, Ruin. Hark to the Preacher, preaching still! He lifts his voice and cries his sermon, Here at St. Peters of Cornhill, As yonder on the Mount of Herraon : For you and me to heart to take(0 dear beloved brother readers) To-day, as when the good King spakeBeneath the solemn Syrian cedars. Written between a page by Jules Janin and a poem by the Turkish Ambassador, in Madame de K s album, containing the autographs of kings, princes, poets, marshals, musicians, diplomatists, statesmen, artists, and men of letters of all nations.. LOVE SONGS MADE EASY. WHAT MAKES MY HEART TO THRILL AND GLOW? TUB MAY PAIS LOVE BONO. Winter and summer, night and morn, I languish at this table dark ; My office window has a corn-er looks into St. Jamess Park. I hear the foot-guards bugle horn.Their tramp upon parade I mark ; I am a gentleman forlorn, I am a Foreign Office Clerk. 19y LOVE SONGS MADE EASY. My toils, my pleasures, every one, I find arc stulc, an.1 dull, and slow;And yesterday, when work was done, I felt myself so sad and low, I could have seized a sentrys gun My wearied brains oit, out to blow.What is it makes my blood to run ? What makes my heart to beat and glow ? My notes of hand are burnt, perhaps ? Some one has paid my tailors bill ?No ; every morn the tailor raps ; ]Iy I O Us are extant still.I still am prey of debt and dun ; My elder brothers stout and well.What is it makes my blood to run ? What makes my heart to glow and swell ? I know my chiefs distrust and hate; He says Im lazy, and I shirk.Ah! ha

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