Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The

That Low Vice, Curiosity!

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.