~Sour Valentines.~ To-morrow is the day for valentines; Then let me leave my thesis for a space, Lower the lamplight on these weary lines, And dream a little in the shadowed place.

In one cottage only Shines a lamplight, where A sick old hoary-head Groans in soul-despair.

Beyond all this winked a few bleared lamplights through the beating dropslights that denoted the situation of the county-town from which he had appeared to come.