Vie P inner Cnunly nf the It inner State Lit
lie JiiiiMsn conies in for this honor. She gave
French 217 voles to 16 fir Killpilricli.
For the " Free Trader.'
Ull': !.! OF l llllt TV A 1'nro.lj.
I'm old, Fin old, I'm very old,
And I've come a weary way ;
My eye is dim and my heait is cold,
Oh! call me not young to-d ay.
Mine eye is dim, 'tia very dim
A pleasure I cannot see.
With a si, keuing mind and a weary limh
Oh ! call me not young tn-d iy.
I cannot see as ni ce I cou! I
Some blight far hope away.
That seemed for a lime my chiife-t gond
I am nld--I 171 old to-dny.
I c inrot see that friends are true, .rave,
W hile fester the wounds that some once
And waves o'er some the sepulchral yew ;
I am ol I and ripe for Ihe grave.
I cii.ii it see the witching spell
That lieauly wears, they sly ,
Hut a loathsome corpse and a narrow cell,
Its coming destiny.
My heart is cold its weary brat,
ITnlikc ils wonted dancing play,
Too truly If lis Inu 'tis not meet
To call ine young to-day.
My heart ia c dd and withering fist :
Ambition, love, nml the strife of men
1!. guile it not, for I have p issed
My threescore years and ten.
The plow of ittiiitifiifx, not of years
Has fnrro.v. ,1 my brow; the head img sway
Of strife and psssinn t'-o deep fir lea is
H is made me eld to-day.
Oh ! call me not young, brill'u it and h.ld.
