POETRY
... I WHY AM I SAD? (FOR THE PRESTON' CiHRONILE.) They think me melancholy, They tell me I am sad; 'Tis. true, ofttimes I'm thollgbful WVhen all around are glad. And strange mysterious longings At times my heart e : feel, Far from the scenes of gaiety, In solitude to steal. ,lv thoughts thbn always wander To childhood's happy hours, W'hen I sported on the wai:ng grnsb And pulled the fairest ...