He was at the time editor of _The Morning Post_.-- _New
Monthly Magazine_.
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The Gatherer.
A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
SHAKSPEARE.
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REFLECTION IN A FLOWER GARDEN.
I hate the flower whose wanton breast[9]
Awaits the sun at morn and noon,
And when he's hid behind the west,
As gaily flaunteth with the moon.
Mine be the flower of virgin leaf,
That when its sire has left the plain,
Wraps up its charms in silent grief,
Nor ope's them till he comes again.
E.K.
[9] There be some flowers that do remain quite unclosed, during
not only the day, but during also the night. There be others
which do likewise open during the day, albeit when night
cometh, they close themselves up until the sun do appear,
when they again ope their beautifulness.--_Old Botanist_.
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A "THIN NIGHT" AT VAUXHALL.
There were fewer audience than performers, and those made up of
fellows evidently not in the habit of shirt-wearing; of women there
were very few-- of ladies none; the fireworks were bad and brief, and
the waterworks the most absurd affair I ever beheld; the thing was
overdone.
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