... Oln Christmas, Ioliy Christmas, with thy gay ard Jocund tbco, 1let hoIIyrtbtantfh arid misletoe thy ruddy temples grace, Come circie roubd the feotive boas d while winler iows do fall, Theou'rt *thI awelcomie pasite in cottage and In hall; And vwhen e har I thy coming Joy, on every brew we ttaee Old Christmas, Jolly Chrisat sas, o itb thy gay and usinongrte Old Chriotuss lober Christmas, there ...

... [FROM SENTLEY'S MISCELLA-Y. ] Ox Easter Sunday, Lucy spoke, And said A saint vou soight provoke, Dear Sam. each day. since Monday last; 31ut now I sec 0o00r rage is l pst' Said Sam, What Christian could be meek? You know, mv love. 'twos Passion TVeek; And so, you seo, the rage I 've spent Wasri ot my own-twas only Lent. ...

... ASAIODEUS IN BRISTOL. CllArTEIL Iv. Sencses have we for sweet blossoms- EIes, which could admire the sun- Passionls, biasing in our bosoms- flearts, that may be toa I But labour doth for ever press us, A nd famine grins upon our board, Anid none viii help us, none Will bless us Wittl one genitle word. None' none !-nur birthright, or our fate. Is huinger and the inileseint air- .'erpetczs toll ...

... The Mest of England Journal of Lfterature and Science. - Strong, Bristol. The promoters of this periodical will certainly have occasion to plume themselves if they succeed in conducting the work on the rigid principles they have laid down for its guidance. We admit the experiment is fairly made as far as the ability or the contribu- tors is concerned, but still they can hardly hope, with their ...

... T1HE BEGGAR. 0w the long broad step of a rich man's door A beggar sat her down; And the faint look of hunger her wall cheek wore, And her weariedl arms a sick child bore, And she strove to soothe its moan. luit a chariot, with panels all glittering blight, And cacti wheel like a rolling suni Drawn by four steeds, in their prancing miglt, l7asli'd up. alil stopp'd short, where this lutible ...

... laY WILLiAt HOWnf-.] MYSTER10sos oft it seems to me, How I a being came to be, Since through the myriad years gone by, Suns rose and set, yet lived not L Streams flowed, birdsaung-the earth, the sea Were in their motions fix'd or free; Barh part was portion of a whole, Yet I was not a living soul. Of countless millions that have been, No record lives, nor trace is seen; Yet earth is green, the ...

... S. 9.NG, WHRRE the purple theme isgrowing; Oh! what freedoua! oh1 wh-at pleasure Where the heathfefi°w er i ak h On thc ?? n oal, ll! home, ?? H p&~eojd ,Il earthly trejsurv_- Where the ninountain breeue in blow. Biss, that words are weaih to tell ThMre I iove, at eve, fOtn. Tlhere-ohl there Jill let 11c ro1ing, There t wander, sweetly dreaming Find trhjov Wealth cannot 9i1e Of at world from ...

... eTHE HNGMAN ON DE.ATH. (From MAr. Jerrold's ' Lesson of Life, in the New Monthly J. Ui The declining aun shone through the casement, and, falling A upon theheads of the executionerand the monk, bent, as they were, towards each other, presented a strange and striking contrast of character as developed in their fentures. The monk'sfacewas long X and sallow, marked with deep linesabout the ...

... LITERATURF. TAIT'S EDINBUREGH MAGAZINE. Ta it's Magazine continues its course in the same fearless and talenthd st.1'le which first won f or it the sppldatuse even of' these who view its pristeiples wvith f'esr and ebhorrence. A more able advo- clue among the mronthlies the people could net desire, anl Ionester ouc~thpy coutil not have. The number for .June is agood number, thoug, h i've think ...

... THE BlREAD-FR UIT TREE. A TALE OF THE SANDtWICII ISLES.-(tROM ' TIlE TIMES.) I'll tell y ou a tale of the Southern Seas, You may laugh at, or cry at-just as you pleaSe. Scant was the growth of the Breat-fruit Tree, On the beautiful Isle of Owbhyhve, While, gift of heaven ! it richly grew O'er the sunny fields of Woahoo; And it seem'd as nature had placed these isles I n r each of each others ...

... LTT1.ATURE AND ART. Our title is an extensive one in relation to the number of works which are now to pass under review; but small though that num- ber be, the few of wvhich it is composed are all of first-rate charac- ter and excellence. The first to which we shall allude is a work of art- ' LODGE'S PORTRAITS. The present number (No. 111.) contains the lineaments of Jane Seymotir, Lord' ...

... ?? ODE TO SIR ANDUEW AGNEW. Yi Andewv Nairkervic6,.b.It I beg pardon You never liboilr'd in Ili Vernon's garden, Oil cuily.kale and cabba.gs intent,.- Andrew Churchservice was the thilng I meant,- * * h, When people talk, as talk they will, About your bill, They say, among their other jibes and small jeers, That, if you had your way, You'd make the seventh lay, As overbearing as the Dey of ...