_Publisher and Importer of Music and Musical Instruments._ [Illustration] Ah! do not speak so coldly, Cold words my heart will chill; If I have lov’d too boldly, Oh! let me worship still? If [Illustration] I have lov’d too boldly, Oh! let me worship still? The pure heart loves forever, To its own likeness true; And though fate bids us sever I’ll love I’ll love but you, And though fate bids us sever I’ll love I’ll love but you. SECOND VERSE. The heart will throb in sorrow If from its idol torn. Nor elsewhere joy will borrow, If love’s return be scorn. Then do not speak so coldly, Cold words my heart will chill; E’en if I’ve lov’d too boldly, Oh! let me worship still, &c. * * * * * TEAL AND TEAL SHOOTING. BY HENRY WILLIAM HERBERT, AUTHOR OF FRANK FORESTER’S “FIELD SPORTS,” “FISH AND FISHING,” ETC. [Illustration: THE GREEN-WINGED TEAL. (_Anas Carolinensis._) THE BLUE-WINGED TEAL. (_Anas Discors._)] In this present month, the sport of duck-shooting on the inland streams, rivers, and lakelets, may be held to commence in earnest, as contrasted to the pursuit of the same tribes on the outer bays, estuaries, and surf-banks. About the end of September, and thenceforth through this and the next ensuing month, according to the variations of the seasons, and the longer or shorter endurance of that delicious time, the most delicious and most gorgeous of the whole American year, known throughout this continent as Indian Summer, the Mallard, and the two beautiful species which we have placed at the head of this article, begin to make their appearance on the little lakes of the interior, and in the various streams and rivers which fall into them, and thence downward to the Atlantic seaboard.