At sic a time I canna tell
What I to him might say,
But as I lo'e the laddie well,
I cudna tell him nae.
I'd say we twa as yet are young,
Wi' monie a day to spare,
An' then the suit should drap my tongue
That he might press it mair.
I'd gae beside the point awhile,
Wi' proper laithfu' pride,
By lang to partin', wi' a smile,
Consent to be his bride.
C. Cole.
* * * * *
The Sketch-Book.
* * * * *
THE LOVER STUDENT.
_A Leaf from the Reminiscences of a Collegian_.
(_For the Mirror_.)
----He was but a poor undergraduate; not, indeed, one of lowest grade,
but still too much lacking pecuniary supplies to render him an
"eligible match." Julia, too, though pretty, was portionless; and the
world, which always kindly interests itself in such affairs, said,
they had no business whatever to become attached to each other; but
then, such attachments and the world, never did, and never will agree;
and _I_, from fatal experience, assert that what people impertinently
call "falling in love," is a thing that _cannot_ be helped; _I_, at
least, never could help it.
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