PARIS, Boulevart S^{t.} Martin, 61. _Coiffure de_ Hamelin, _pass. du Saumon, 21—Chapeau de M^{me}._ Baudry, _r. Richelieu, 87_. _Plumes et fleurs de_ Chagot, _r. Richelieu, 81—Eventail de_ Vagneur Dupré, _r. de la Paix, 19_. _Robes de_ Camille—_Dentelles de_ Violard, _r. Choiseul, 2^{bis}_. Graham’s Magazine] * * * * * MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER’S ROSE. WRITTEN BY THE LATE HON. RICHARD HENRY WILDE, OF GEORGIA. MUSIC COMPOSED BY AN AMATEUR. Presented by Edward L. Walker, 160 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. [Illustration] My life is like the Summer’s rose, That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die; But [Illustration] on that rose’s humble bed, The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if heaven wept such waste to see, But none shall weep a tear for me. My life is like the autumnal leaf. That trembles in the moon’s pale ray; Its hold is frail, its date is brief, Restless and soon to pass away; Yet ere that leaf shall fall or fade, The parent tree shall mourn its shade; The winds bewail the leafless tree, But none shall breathe a sigh for me. My life is like the print that feet Have left on Zara’s burning strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, The track shall vanish from the sand. Yet as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone lone shore loud moans the sea, But none shall e’er lament for me. * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Table of Contents has been added for reader convenience. Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained. Punctuation has been corrected without note. Other errors have been corrected as noted below. For illustrations, some caption text may be missing or incomplete due to condition of the originals available for preparation of the eBook.