The deepest and the greatest: And deeper still the flood-marks grow ;-

So, since the hour I met thee. The more the tide of time doth flow, The less can I forget thee!

When you are gone, oh where has fled my rest? When yon are near, I feel supremely bless' d.

Fair and flowery be thy way, The skies all bright above thee, And happier every coming day To thee and those that love thee.

Sweet is the girl who reads this line; I wish her sweetness were all mine!

It may occur in after-life That you, I trust, a happy wife, Will former happy hours retrace, Recall each well-remembered face. At such a moment I but ask, I hope 'twill be a pleasant task, That you'll remember as a friend One who'll prove true e'en to the end.

Most noble and generous, benevolent and free,

My heart beats with affection and friendship for thee.

My Album's open! Come and see!

What! won't you waste a line on me? Write but a thought - a word or two. That Memory may revert to you.

May thy voyage through life M" Be as happy and free As the dancing waves On the deep blue sea.

In visions of midnight my thoughts are with thee; O say, are thy fancies at midnight with me?

Those who have written here before, Have sung thy praises o'er and o'er; And while the flattering verse they made, They doubtless felt the words they said.

I lack the power that they possessed; I stand in weakness here confessed; Powerless my feelings to reveal, I say much less than what I feel.

May all your hours in sweetest bliss be spent, Crowned with friendship, happiness, content.

I hold it true, whate'er befall - I feel it when I sorrow most - 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.

Though Adam was holy, and Eve was fair,

His happiness lingered till woman was there.

Whene'er thine eye shall fondly trace

These simple lines I've sketched for thee, Whate'er the time, whate'er the place, Then wilt thou think of me ?

The stars of heaven are not more true Than this unchanging breast to you.

Live for those that love you, For those whose hearts are true, For the Heaven that smiles above you And the good that you may do.

Take care of these verses, preserve them awhile, And some tedious hour they may help to beguile.

Mysterious maid! uncertain treasure, Thou bring'st more of pain or pleasure; Endless torments dwell about thee, Yet who would live, and live without thee?

For weeks may pass and years may end, Yet you will find in me a friend.

In the storms of life, When you need an umbrella, May you have to uphold it A handsome young fellow.

When the billows roll and waves around me rise, One thought of thee will clear the darkest skies.

A s life flows on from day to day, And this, your book, soon fills, How many may be far away From treasured vales and hills?

But there is joy in future time

To turn the pages o'er, And see within a name or rhyme,

From one you'll see no more.

The virtues of modesty, candor and truth, In woman exceed all the beauty of youth.

Why should I blush to own I love?

'Tis love that rules the realms above. Why should I blush to say to all That virtue holds my heart in thrall?

The girl of my choice must be free from disguise,

Show her heart in her face and her soul in her eyes.

Many years may come and go, Many faces greet the sight, But among them none can show One like you to me so bright.

S ay, when I plough the watery deep,

Wilt thou this slight memento keep?

When in the course of human life, Five things observe with care;

To whom you speak, of whom you speak, How, when, and where.

When the charms of thy youth and thy beauty are gone, Then goodness and virtue thy face will adorn.

Within the oyster-shell, unsought, The purest crystals hide;

Trust me, you'll find a heart sincere Within the rough outside.

S trive to keep the " Golden Rule,' and learn your les-sons well at school.

A little health, a little wealth,

A little house and freedom; A few good friends for certain ends, And little use to need them.

Some write for pleasure, some write for fame, but I write simply to sign my name.

May you live in bliss, from sorrow away,

Having plenty laid up for a rainy day; And when you are ready to settle in life, May you find a good husband and make a good wife.

Count that day lost whose low descending sun, views from thy hand nc worthy action done.

Think of me when you are happy, Keep for me one little spot; In the depth of thine affection Plant a sweet " Forget-me-not."

Meanness shun and all its train; goodness seek and life is gain.

These few lines to you are tendered, By a friend, sincere and true;

Hoping but to be remembered When I'm far away from you.

Is it vain in life's wide sea, to ask yon to remember me? Undoubtedly it is my lot, just to be known and then - forgot.

------------is your name,

And single is your station,

Happy will be the man Who makes the alteration.

In the golden chain of friendship regard me as a link.

Think of me in the hour of leisure, Think of me in the hour of care, Think of me in the hour of pleasure,

Spare me one thought in the hour of prayer.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance.

Wen far away by love you're carried, And to some little fellow married,

Remember me for friendship's sake, And send me a piece of wedding cake.

May happiness ever be thy lot

Wherever thou shalt be, And joy and pleasure light the spot That may be home to thee.

Remember me when "far, far off, where the wood-chucks die of whooping cough."

Sweet------------! could another ever share

This wayward, loveless hea-t, it would be thine; But, check'd by every tie, I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine.

He is a coward who will not turn back, when first he discovers he's on the wrong track.

May heaven protect and keep thee

From every sorrow free, And grant thee every blessing - My earnest wish for thee.

I thought, I thought, I thought in vain; at last I thought I would write my name.

When the golden sun is setting,

And your heart from care is free, When o'er a thousand things you're thinking, Will yon sometimes think of me?

Within this book so pure and white, let none but friends presume to write; and may each line, with friendship given, direct the reader's thoughts to heaven.

Though the lapse of years can change Cherished friendship to deceit,

After all, within its range, I'm your friend whene'er we meet.

Never trouble trouble, till trouble troubles you.

Oh, woman: Subtle, lovely, faithless sex!

Born to enchant, thou studiest to perplex; Ador'd as queen, thou play'st the tyrant's part, And, taught to govern, would'st enslave the heart.

A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner.

May He, who clothes the lilies And marks the sparrow's fall,

Protect and save you, Bella, And guide you safe through all."