festival, old Bisine! Great is tal Go-bet t t a ypifying tless principle ion in union? or    tal prelate, itippet and t, t laerious personage! like unto tred fat Jerome, nor Ambrose, nor Cyril; nor t infants to eternal torments, Austin, gift. t attended en ttle Loves, and the air is

        Brusling wings.

        Singing Cupids are ters and tors; and instead of tical arrohee.

        In ottle missives, ycleped Valentines, cross and intercross eac every street and turning. t tman sinks bee embarrassments, not    is scarcely credible to ent tsoo t enric of porters, ariment of knockers ale visual interpretations, no emblem is so on as t, -- t little t of all our ud bleeding ; it is ted and tortured into more allegories and affectations t.    auty ers aropolis of God Cupid in tomical seat rat very clear; but , and it    easily imagine, upon some otem rary, a lover addressing ress, in perfect simplicity of feeling, "Madam, my liver and fortune are entirely at your disposal;" or putting a delicate question, "Amanda, o besto; But    tled t of sele, unate neig at animal and anatomical distance.

        Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in i a knock at t "gives a very eco ted." But its issues seldom anso t is so seldom t just t to see es. But of all tations t in expectation is t uso usine. As t annoual entrance of Dun, so tman on t, airy, fident, aing o briidings. It is less mec;t is not t, I am sure." Visions of Love, of Cupids, of ful eternal on-places, ransports, o break tic seal, bursts upon t of some ype, some yout    verses -

        Lovers all,

        A madrigal,

        or some suc over abundant in sense -- young Love disclaims it, -- and not quite silly -- someter, a c almost join tines are not foolis easily fet to call you so) E. B. -- E. B. lived opposite a young maiden, . S of ao enjoy receiving a Valentine, and just of a temper to bear tment of missing o of no on pos of designing, pero tom of many a ed vige in t no furt, and ts nobody ated s us, t passing by, and never kno, ion; and E. B. did. tist set    o please t    before Valentines day t, unseen and unsuspected, a    say it    gilt paper    of on s and less allegory, but all ttiest stories of love from Ovid, and older poets t fot, os and fanciful devices, suagic. Iris dipt tines eve o te orifice--(O igrust!) -- of t; but ts duty, and from d, t m, ine, dance about, clap er oy emblems unfolded t, not    love, or foolisations, for s could ed t images ; a God-send, as our familiarly pious aors termed a be received,     is good to love t way of doing a cealed kindness.

        Good-morroo my Valentine, sings poor Opter ter auspices,    too o despise old legends, but are tent to rank tine, and rue church.
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