Sonnet To "Some One."

And thou wert there! and I was not with thee! Thy bright eyes shone on many, but their ray Was just as if you had been Alice Gray, And hadn't braided up your hair for me. This method of expressing it, you see, Implies the same as if I were to say (As vide song) your eyes were turned away, And my heart's breaking!--as it ought to be-- (And so it is of course). This world is drear! Most drear--without thee, SOME ONE! at my side! Death! peace! I'll go and drown myself, that's clear! In the affairs of men I'll find my tide. Yes! life has now no music for my ear, Except that tune of which the old cow died!--C. H. W.

THE HOMOEOPATHIST'S SERENADE.

BY DR. BULGARDO.

The toiling sun has sped To his ever-distant goal; And the moon hangs overhead Like a silver parasol. Long has she not unfurled Her banner thus on high, But looked, for all the world, Like a muffin in the sky.

The tears saline, I weep, Have no effect I see; The screech-owl talks in her sleep, But thou say'st nought to me. Thy eyelashes, love, are soft, And long as a skein of silk; Thou'rt harmless, it strikes me oft, As a grain of sugar of milk.