... I Upon ?? so called, nower/sibiting in the Royal Academy. BoLTro in olden time !-a glorious pile! Ancient, and ofan architecture rare, With turrets high, and fretted roof and aisle, And wassail halls, and chapels raised for prayer; Chambers with fair-wrought tapestry hung round. And secret treasure-rooms oF gathered gold, And lonely cells, and dungeons underground, Where peace was prayed ...

... VPOETY. (Poma Murray's, Edition of the Life ant! Poems of the Rev. Ge.mrqe Crabbe, now Publishin.q-) LINES WRITTEN AT WARWICK. You that In warlike stories take delight, Ac. HAIL! centre-county of our land, and known For matchless worth and valour all thine own; Warwick I renown'd for him who best could write, Shakspeare the Bard, and him so fierce In fight, Guy, thy brave Earl, who made ...

... MIY OWN FIRESIDE. Lsrrtox TAf-Vs EDIN-BuRGH MAGAZINE-] Trsoa 's a smiling spot in the poor man's horne, That is known not to pride in its gilded dobya X 'And he loveth it well fro 't is ,allow'dbal Thnadth atlh tufidt V ~lu ttO life oris dear to his soul: By the memory sweet of his boyish years- By a father's similes and a mnother's tears; And earth hath no spot on its sutfaCe! wide So dear to ...

... AGRICULTURAL SNTLLLZGZNGZ. I IFw;XgaaL zn^ms-. CLEVEDON ANNUAL CATTLE SHOW. e The second annual exhibition ofthe Clevedon Agricultural e Society took place, on Wednesday last, in a field in front of the RoyalHotel. The attendance was unusually great, and ! fiacluded nearly all the resident gentry and farmers of the neighbourhood, as well as many from'more distant parts of the county, and from ...

... A LOCAL LEGENI. Hn looked like a Squire of high degree When dressed hi his Sunday ?? Song. Too kitten lay purring before the fire, And the lap.dog bask'd onl thO capetted floor, And 'lissus' she dozed in her elbow-chair, Uncoescious of aught shat iras passing there, Whilst the forso of the voni and listless Squire The sobs's dossask cushions bore. 5'Oueen ?? is the fairins' midwife ...

... ?? alto Aptlect. THE MARINER. [1RODt ACKERMANN'S FORGET bE ROT.] SoFT glides the sea, Bounding and free, Dance thei blue waver as they rush to the shore: O'er vale and height Gleams the moon bright, Gaily the mariner plies the ?? oar, Singing ?? the sun lights the main, Laud of my birth, I shall greet the !gain! Night wears away, Sullen and gray, F'rom, the dark sly o'er the wild restless deep ...

... TuIE PODUCISI MAN' SCOMsiPANION. Wilson, London. Throughout the whole mass of society in this country, the elements of change have been widely disseminated but while the motional force has not been wanting, the regulating power has been almost totally lost sight of. To every one it is palpable that the old course of things has fallen into its dotage and cannot survive; but whi- ther will the ...

... ASIMODEUSIX BRISTOL. CHAPTER IX. r Ale, marry, now thae plot begins to thicken, Aiid expertation sits o0X the lace of Au 1i Crying-l What next ?? Old Plag. ri ir I was anakened on the next morning by a strange noise it my e room, and on rising in mv bed, and withdrawing the curtains, the fj figure of a man was presented to my e)es, habited il the cxtrcme tlz of fashion. Fo wvas dressed in a ...

... MIRlTI-H FOR OLD MAIDS! 'I Thoigh love he all thic world's pr(telace, Money's the mytiologie sense *-Ul-l Mu1fss. 1 love an old maid ! and shall I whisper why? She is cautious, not fickle-and modest, not shy: Ass caCt, on a wall with glass bottles, is seen A: jv alk circjmns;pectly-just such is her mien. I love an old maid! for the term, in my eyes, Is but a nick-namne for a woman that's wise ...

... [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. ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...