31 MARCH 1832, Page 12

NONSENSE VERSES.

warrTEN BY DR. BOWItING, FOR TAIT'S MAGAZINE.

Few are the fragments left of follies past ; For worthless things are transient. Those that last Have in them germs of an eternal spirit, And out of good their permanence inherit. Baseness is mutability's ally ;

But the sublime affections never die.

Virtue makes smiles of tears; vice, tears of smiles.