For the Enquirer. O"YALENTINE."
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'....- TO VALENTINE" An attorney sat in his chair one day, His books and papers around him lay, His table before him stood; When gilt.edged note was laid on his stand,- Twas penned by lady's delicate hands,

 And he broke in musing mood The seal, that held in it's blest embrace, The lines his eye was about to trace;

 And thus he read the strain ... On golden shrine Love burneth now .. And Friendshipi is cold as the icy brow

 Ofa rock in the Northern main: And Passion burns like the sun at noon, When the boys eat pudding and milk with a

 spoon,

 Beneath the apple-tree's shades It hardens the heart, and it burns the brain, It brings to the harborer trouble and pain :- Oh, Passions villainous jade. But there is something purer than these,- Than Love,-than Friendship

 cheese ;- '.a+ '" ..i .., ".r I'm very fond of that last if you please,

 When made by the fingers fair . Ofthe lovely maidens who stay at home. To help their mothers, and seldom roam Der the hills whence that gilt edged note dit

 come,-

 Unless the cows are there. There's never blight on this pure things crest This stainless rose on a maiden's breast,

 This platonic human thing; Tis something real, tangible, true, To be loved, and smoked, like me and you,'-

 Oh, thus her muse did sing. At frs, the barrster thought it joke, Just uttered the monosyllablc "smoke," Then turned him again to his Chitty and Coke,

 And forgot his "Valen,ine ;'' But, hand on his shoulder was gently laid, His Better genius had come to his aid, Who bade him remember that many maid,

 Had knet at as lowly shrine. Then the bachelor barrister's hear, beat high, And again the lines with 2 moistened eye, - Hs-1rads witi srUwUtg pisaailfe; So, he'll not with the gihedgcd missivs part, But his waistcoat pocket, nearest his heart,

 Retains the much prized treasure. P Plymouth. s..,.' xxx