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... RIILLFIELD SUNDAY SCHOOL. The following verses, for which we had not space In our last number, were written and recited at the-late eiamninations of the Milfield Sunday School, by William John b'rviuL. ]an, one of the pupils there, and a boy of very considera- ble talent. THE FALL OF JERUSALEM AND GATIHER- ING OF ISRAEL And He shall set up an ensign for the nations, and shall assemble the ...

... LADIES FASHIONS oFOR DECEMBER. WALKING DHESSEs.-A redingote of orange colour gros de desert (a new niaterial for walking dresses); a pelerine moderately pointed,' with small cape, and narrow straight collar,. displays a ruche of Evhite tulle, and is fastened with ''a bow of, satin ribbdif'; a broad ceintUre confines it at the waist, whence the EgyptitinrPointed ends bang mid-way down the skirt ...

... THE DEAD ENSIGN. l trmediately after the battle of-. -, there xwas observ. ed among the slain one of the most daring of our En- signs, with his own Colours and those of the enemy mrrapped around him.] SLEEP, warrior! peaceful be thy rest; No more the battle cry Shall rouse thy spirit for the fray_ Dark is that eagle eye, Where proud defiance sat enthroned, And nerveless is the hand That ...

... ORIGINAL POETpyV-f THE WATER-SPRITE. 0, I KNOW the lone dell Where the Watcr-sprite sleeps, And I know the dark pool Wlherc her vigil she keeps; I haveseen, the grey rock Where sbe lingers at dawn, Ere the wild-bird away Fron--bis covert has floh'3. At the still noon of night, As I lay in the cave, When the moon-silver'd mist Glided slow o'er the wave, I have heard her sweet song Die away on ...

... THE INVAN. Snovi.o we trouble our beads wien the first tinge of grey (Gently hints that full half is expired of our span P We bave had, and enjoyed (while it lasted) onr day, Nor is all the muirth spCnt of theC )IIDDIE-AGEtGD MAN. Lively feats, the bold jump, the brisk dance, are not ours, Our pleasures are firrued on a quieter plan ; In the minid's alni enjoyment, the fraime's waning- powers ...

... S 0 N G. .Aii Is Luss o'Balloechmyle. AGAIN, rejoicing Nature sees The Spring wi' flowrets deck the plain, Whose odour scents the e'ening breeze, An' ilka thing looks blythe again Now'fled is hoary Winter's reign, Nor trace is left o' frost or snow, Yet nought can cure my bosom's pain, Or ease me of y. load of wo! * In vain for me the ilowvrets blaw, In vain for me the birdies sing- . - My ...

... EVENING~ ADD P*Rc TO LOC I lIOMOND. BY EVAN MI;COLI, rIIIE IOUNLTAN 'MINSTkEL. QluaNo of waters ! Queen of wonders! In a tide of transport lost, Raptured gaze I on thy grandburs l1cre, upon tliy fairy coast. ProulldreMetor of the lligllade, Cold's the heart that feels no glow, Viewing thee with all thy. islands, Hleavon rabove, and beaven below. Sullbenms sleeping on thy margin, Zepbiyrs dying ...

... SONG FOR TIIE NEW YEAR. By l. LIzA ConOO. Oi.n TIrix has turned another page Of eternity and truth; lle rcads with a w arninIg voice to aWr. And whispers :1 lesson to yoiith. A year has fled o'er heart and hea:id Sinco last the yule log burnt; And we have a taslk to closely ask What the bosom and l brain have learnt ? Ohi let us hope that our sauids hlva rmin WVitl Wisdom's precious grains; Oh ...

... I½ in love ! I'm iu love I am sure, for I feel it; Anil the raptumr.q w'iclh m11OVo Through my heart-stringi reveal It. And the bcautiful beam Of a joy new and tenider, ILike time liHlht Of a dream, Flings armuzid muc its splendour. I'm in l-vo! And I feel, When I look forth before me, Uappy hopes then to steal, rn their gentlemess, o'er mce Yet a tumult of fears Do those hopes often Fmother, ...

... 0, 111GINAL PORTR Y. SIIPILE NANCY. Il'Y D. 4I'K. RIDDE.1, Tnuaxv were no acts of madaess- No wildness in her air; No bursts of maniac gladness, No ravings of despair- But., witl heart touching tenderness, Oft youl would hear her tell, Of early trow', And broken vows, And ldm she loved se well i And this, too, poor forlorn! This was her mortal sin. 'J'hat tenderness had wvorn The mental woof ...

... SpiPR ai. !3PitS(1, Suuz 'till ill,; eil Siflill gi-n, Ladell witli glory mid light oll eomne, WMith the leaf, the Illoom, Slad ltho blt tetHi 's whig, Moaluiig our earth a fiury linmite, 'Tlhe primr-svut tliletr the violets peep, And zupbyt. is fea-uting on tliowers and talint Arouie, yu shiggrdes, wl:tt soul shoutl sleep Whilo t'lt lark's inl the s y anld tie bee's oil tile palb ? 'Ihe sweet ...