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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 14, Issue 715, 6 September 1869, Page 4

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BEAUTIFUL IH OLD AGE. 2BQW to be beautiful when old? 9s/ I can tell you, maiden fair-? jjpt by lotions, dyes, and pigments, Not by washes for your hair. W hJle you're young be pure and gentl.B, l£eep your passions well controlled, sTalk, and work, and do your duty, "you'll be handsome when you're old. Snow-white locks are fair as golden, Grey as lovely as the brown, And t'.ie smile of age' more pleasant Than a youthful beauty's frown. lit the soul that shapes the features, Fires the eye, attunes the voice; gweet sixtean! be these your maxims-? When you're sixty you'll rejoice! A PERSIAN FABLE. « 2SSOW old art thou ? " said the garrulous gourd, 27 As o'er the palm-tree's crest it poured Its spreading leaves and tendrils flue. And hung a bloom in the raorniug shine. »' A hundred years!" the palm-tree sighed: "And I," the saucy gourd replied, f* Am at the most a hundred hours, And overtop thee in the bowers!" Throush all the palm-tree's leaves there went A tremor as of self-content. ''l live my life," it whispering said: tf see what I see, and count the dead; And every year, of all I've known, A gourd above my head has grown, And made a boast, like thine to-day; Yet here J stand -but where are they?"