"Be no discord, love, between us, If I not the secret tell! 'Twas a gift I had of Venus,-- Venus, who hath loved me well; "And she told me as she gave it, 'Let not e'er the charm be known; O'er thy person freely lave it, Only when thou art alone.' "'Tis enclosed in yonder casket-- Here behold its golden key; But its name--love, do not ask it, Tell't I may not, even to thee!" Long with vow and kiss he plied her; Still the secret did she keep, Till at length he sank beside her, Seemed as he had dropped to sleep. Soon was Helen laid in slumber, When her Paris, rising slow, Did his fair neck disencumber From her rounded arms of snow. Then, her heedless fingers oping, Takes the key and steals away, To the ebon table groping, Where the wondrous casket lay; Eagerly the lid uncloses, Sees within it, laid aslope, PEARS' LIQUID BLOOM OF ROSES, Cakes of his TRANSPARENT SOAP! A Warning. Lose thou no time! A grave and solemn warning, Yet seldom ta'en, to man's eternal cost. Night wanes, day lessens, evening, noon, and morning Flit by unseen, and yet much time is lost. And why? Are moments useless as the vapour That rises from the lamp's extinguish'd flame! Why do we, like the moth around the taper, Sport with the fire that must consume our frame? Be wise in time! Arouse thee, oh thou sleeper, Account thy moments dearer than thy gold; While time thou hast, appoint a good time-keeper To treasure up thine hours till thou art old. Lose but this chance, and thou art lost for ever,-- Seek him who keeps a watch for sinking souls-- Ask for COX SAVORY'S HORIZONTAL LEVER, With double case, and jewell'd in four holes! To Persons About to Marry. Gentle pair, ere Hymen binds you In his fetters, soft but sure, Pray, bethink you, have you ever Had substantial furniture? Love's a fickle god, they tell us, Giddy-pated, lightly led, Therefore it were well you found him In a comfortable bed. Olive branches soon will blossom Round your table, two or three; And that table should be made of Good and strong mahogany. If the cares of life should gather, And we all must look for cares,-- Sorrow falls extremely lightly In the midst of rosewood chairs. Few that walk can 'scape a stumble, Thus hath said The Prophet-King; But your fall will be a light one On Axminster carpeting. We can keep your little children From collision with the grate-- We have wardrobes, we have presses At a reasonable rate; Mirrors for the queen of beauty Basins of the purest stone, Ottomans which Cleopatra Might have envied on her throne. Seek us ere you taste with rapture Love's sweet draught of filter'd honey, And you'll find the safest plan is, NO DISCOUNT, AND READY MONEY! Want Places. Wants a place a lad, who's seen Pious life at brother Teazle's, Used to cleaning boots, and been Touch'd with grace, and had the measles. * * * * *