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KISSING.

    O kiss! which dost those ruddy gems impart,
  Or gems, or fruits, of new found Paradise;
    Breathing all bliss and sweet’ning to the heart;
  Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise. 
    O kiss! which souls, ev’n souls, together ties
  By links of love, and only nature’s art;
    How fain would I paint thee to all men’s eyes. 
  Or of thy gifts, at least, shade out some part. 
  But she forbids, with blushing words, she says,
    She builds her fame on higher-seated praise;
  But my heart burns, I cannot silent be. 
    Then since (dear life,) you fain would have me peace,
  And I mad with delight want wit to cease,
    Stop you my mouth, with still, still kissing me.

SIR P. SIDNEY.

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HEALTH.

  The common ingredients of health and long life are
  Great temp’rance, open air,
  Easy labour, little care.

IBID.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

ARRIVAL AT MARGATE.

From “The Monthly Club” of Sharpe’s London Magazine.

The buildings of Margate now became evident, and every minute developed some new feature in the landscape; all the party abandoned their sitting to enjoy the view.  The curved pier painted pea green and covered with Cockneys, now was disclosed to our eyes, and my old friend from Leicester was again staggered into a profound silence, by being told that a row of houses with a windmill at the end of it, was Buenos Ayres.  I saw his amazement, but he did not betray his ignorance in speech as the French actress did, who was in London some years since, and when dining on the Adelphi Terrace was shown Waterloo Bridge.  After gazing at it, with a degree of pathos, partly national and partly theatrical, she heaved a sigh for the brave fellows who had perished in the neighbourhood, and feelingly inquired whereabouts the farm of Haye Saint was—­this is literally a fact and is vouched for—­nor is the absence of geographical knowledge in the natives of France, confined to the lady—­she is by no means a solitary instance of the most glorious ignorance of localities.—­The Turks too, talk of Ireland as a disorderly part of London; and an American, during the last winter, lecturing in Germany, referring to the great improvements which have recently taken place in England, enumerated, amongst other stupendous works of art, the Menai Bridge, which he informed his hearers united IRELAND with WALES.

As we approached the harbour we seemed to fly—­the jetty and pier became more and more crowded—­it was evident we had created “an interest;” the hurry and bustle on board appeared to increase as we neared the shore, and the sudden tranquillization of the hubbub by the magical words, “stop her,” of the master evidently excited a mingled feeling of wonder and satisfaction in the breast of our Leicestershire companion, whose countenance had previously indicated a strong suspicion that it was the captain’s intention to try the relative strength of our vessel’s bow and the nob end of Mr. Jarvis’s jetty.