THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW. Nature now robeth her saddest pomp, And, with a sorrowing, nervous restlessness, ..
... a change. Ou her soft lap, With many wistful, upturned lock, behold The HOAET Year reclines his heavy head, Awaiting dissolution. Aye ! 'tis plain He needs will have to pass full soon away— Away, to where the shadows of bis Sires Stalk grimly the Chambers of tho Past. He hath had warnings! Vestineuts, that erewhile Adorned his noblo frame seemly-wise, Of late hung loosely on him : pinched and ...