“Martiis cælebs quid agam Kalendis,
——— miraris?”
—Horace iii. 8.    

CHARLES,—for it seems you wish to know,—
You wonder what could scare me so,
And why, in this long-locked bureau,
      With trembling fingers,—
With tragic air, I now replace
This ancient web of yellow lace,
Among whose faded folds the trace...