"Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret where he died. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. "And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I."— "Forbid it, Heaven!" the hermit cried, And clasped her to his breast: The wond'ring fair one turned to chide,— 'Twas Edwin's self that prest! "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee! "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life—my all that's mine? "No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too." THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION. A TALE. Secluded from domestic strife, Jack Bookworm led a college life; A fellowship at twenty-five Made him the happiest man alive: He drank his glass and crack'd his joke, And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke. Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care, Could any accident impair? Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix Our swain, arrived at thirty-six? Oh, had the Archer ne'er come down To ravage in a country town! Or Flavia been content to stop At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop! Oh, had her eyes forgot to blaze! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze! Oh!——But let exclamations cease: Her presence banish'd all his peace. So with decorum all things carried, Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then—was married. Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground, Or draw the curtains closed around? Let it suffice that each had charms; He clasp'd a goddess in his arms; And though she felt his usage rough, Yet in a man 'twas well enough. The honey-moon like lightning flew; The second brought its transports too;