TRANSLATION OF CASIMIR DELAVIGNE'S LINES ON CELIBACY

By Sir T. Sinclair.

My government's a happy despotism complete, I go home when I wish, I leave when it seems meet, I'm free, I love myself, none eer does me annoy, And without rivalry I can myself enjoy. Oh ! Celibacy, can marriage, the loathed tie. With thy blest independence for a moment vie?

TO CONSTANCE

By Sir Tollemache Sinclair.

When on thy warm breast, my dear Constance, I'm lying, My eyes and my thoughts both exploring thy charms, Each pulse then beats quick, as I'm eagerly prying, And I thrill with dehght as I'm locked in thine arms. Thy face and thy form with desire most entrancing. My fancy and passion alike much bewitch. Thy fetching ways ever love's fever enhancing, I often excite thee to my ardour's pitch.

In vain o'er those moments of rapture I'd linger, When in fast embrace locked, we yield sigh for sigh, Our kisses electric shocks send to each finger. Love's joys then attained with which no bliss can vie. Ah ! Constance dear, who e'er e'en once has possessed thee, Longs not soon again thy form beauteous to view? Each time with zest keener, I've fondly caressed thee, Those moments of bliss I'd for ever renew.