December.

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick, the shepherd, blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail :
When blood be nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl-
Tuwhoo!

Tuwhit! tuwhoo! a merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

SHAKESPEARE.

I truly hope a good husband he'll make,
And not be like those indiwiddles
Who are all nice men when they marry,
And then turn rumbustical just like Griddles.
E. L. Blanchard.

When thou art not pleased, beloved,
Then my spirit is sad, and darkened.

December 2.

Longfellow

(Song of Hiawatha).

Yes, Love, indeed, is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire,
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.

Byron

(The Giaour).

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Marlowe.

December 2.

December 3.

Thou little sceptic!

Dost thou still doubt? What I most prize in woman

Is her affections, not her intellect !

The intellect is finite, but the affections
Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted.

Longfellow

The Spanish Student).

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.

December 5.

Shakespeare.

Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy, and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,

I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.

Moore.

Sweet is my toil when my dear wife is near;
Of her bereft, 'tis winter all the year.

December 6.

But when she means with frowns to kill
He looks as if he loved her so;
She smiles to him against her will.

Gay.

Coventry Patmore.

Sometimes my plague, sometimes my darling,
Kissing to-day-to-morrow snarling.

Prior.

December 5.

December 6.