So foul a thing, O thou injustice art, That torment'st the doer and distrest; For when a man hath done a wicked part, O how he strives to excuse--to make the best; To shift the fault t' unburden his charg'd heart, And glad to find the least surmise of rest; And if he could make his, seem other's sin, O what repose, what ease he'd find therein. DANIELL. * * * * * RICHES. Vessels of brass oft handled brightly shine. What difference between the richest mine And basest earth, but use? for both not used Are of little worth; then treasure is abused, When misers keep it; being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. C. MARLOWE. * * * * * THE IDIOT LOVER. (DRAWN FROM LIFE.) _(For the Mirror.)_ "That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman." John Laconi was born in the romantic country of Switzerland. He was educated tolerably well; he was a good musician, and could draw excellently. He possessed a small, though independent fortune. However, notwithstanding his advantages and acquirements, he proved, when he became a lover, to be an idiot. At a certain period of his life, he fell violently in love with a beautiful young Swiss lady. She was considerably younger than our hero, was much taller, and her elegant refinements rendered her a very desirable object. John had a sister, to whom the young lady paid frequent friendly visits, and upon such occasions, owing probably to that _mauvaise honte_, with which he was cursed, he was usually absent from home. I will not disgust my fair readers with a minute description of _all_ his absurdities; one example, or so, shall suffice.