PERADVENTURE, A LANCELET.
The Critic is ;;one. And I, who needs must to
place, have bought a new pen, refilled the inkbottle,
ened the shears, and am now ready to do justice, or m
injustice, to contemporary college journals. But as 1
is such a new and untried article, such as unknown qu
whose value is yet to bedetermined, I will trust to the
to express my thoughts, and let each reader express h
criticism.
They're windows, these pictures, towards
life's sweetest days;
Oh, could they be aoorways instead!
Oh, could we still saunter where now we
but gaze
Thro' windows of fancy toward life's sweetes
days!
Oh, could we but brighten the world's dlinmi
haze
To the fair skies of youth overhead!
They're windows, these pictures, towards life
sweetest days;
Oh, could they be doorways instead!
A PICTURP 4 OR TWO.