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THE DETRIMENTAL

... -Om yes, my eyes are just as bright As those you find in Moore; My hand is most supremely white; I'm only twenty -four:' My ringlets have a natural curl; I'm nearly six feet ohee; Mly father is a Noble Earl;- But I'm his youngest son! ve dined at Brighton with the XiT10, I live in Belgrave'Square; My stanhope i; the sweetest thing,- I ride an Arab mare: I've learned to cut a humble friend, And ...

THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE

... We have hastily glanced at the National Magazine for the present month. It continues to sustain the high character which distinguished its commencement, and will, we doubt not, confer, in the progress of its management, a lustre upon the national literature of our country. TIhe number before us is pleasingly di- versified in regard to subjects-it contains essays ex- ceedingly well written, a ...

TO MY LITTLE MAMMA

... TO iqY 'LATTL M A MA . ,I -mUsT go on the staye, Mamrna, It's quite become the rage I must, indeed, Indeed,.Mamima- I will go on the stage.- 'Why, there's Miss Smith and there'& siss Brown, Miss Martin, and Miss Gage, Are cm ring up next week to town, To go upon the Stage. You know, Mamma, a coach and four Drove by but yesterday, And in it sat that hasty ndame - I once saw ifs a play. And ...

LADIES FASHIONS FOR OCTOBER

... (From La Belle Assemblee.l The lighter part of summer dress, as canezous and trans- parent bonnets, have disappeared. If the walking dress-be of printed muslin, or chkay,. a shaw~ is generally worn with it. Many cachetnires have. already been seen, but they are not so generally adopted, as those. of very rich China craps. If the dress be of gros de Naples, a boa tippet is indispensable; those ...

THE WORST

... On I have lived through keenest care, Arid still may live through mole, We know not what the beart can bear, Until the worst be o'er. The worst is not when fears assail, Before the shaft has sped, Noar when we kiss the vissage, pale And beautiful, though dead. Oh then the heart is nerved to cope With danger and distress, The very impulse left by hope Will make despair seem less- Then all is ...

TO ANNA—

... TO ANNTA - . Aa-Ad tiere' 7I baznny .dnn liek WHxse shall bonn Ann lie- Screen'd from unminer's fervid eye, When not' -cloud is on tle shiy, Where shall bonny Ann lie?' Where thelandseape wide outspread, The light leaves trembling o'er her bead, The mossy bank her fragrant bed- There shall bonny Ann lie Where her own, her true-love dear, Shall pour his soul upon her ear, And none beside to ...

FOND AFFECTION'S KISS

... (From the National M'agazine.) On, when we give a fond embrace to her we hold most dear, And catch the bright impassion'd look, which speaks the soul sincere, ,There is a thrill of ecstacy, which nothing can outvie, As we kiss the sweet and glowing lips, which breathe affec- tiOH'S sigh I've seen the monarch on his throne-his sceptre in his hand, The diadem upon his brow, with hosts at his ...

LITERATURE

... Letters to a Young aturrist o0 the Study of Ncture and 2qtnral Theoloqy. By J. L. Zlrummend, M.D. Professor fI4natonoy and -,Pp.hsiology in the Be4fast 1Acadesaicoi I 'siiistfmo, i-c. - . |- WE feel ourselves bound to apolagise for our delay in ,in-- troqlldqeing Dr. Drummond's valrualeoua4 -interestiipgj4etters. to tbe-netice of our readers. That-delay has been occasioned- by-dreiumstances, ...

ENSIGN O'DONOGHUE'S FIRST LOVE

... WRITTEN BY HIMSELF. (From Frazer's Mfagazine for Aigust.J Lurid smoke and frank suspicion Hand in hand collective dance While the god fulfils his mission, Chivalry, resign thy lance.j Enormous reader! were you ever in Clare Castle? 'Tis as vile a bole in the shape of a barrack-as odious a combi- nation of stone, mortar, and rough cast, as ever the King- God bless him !-put a regirninc of the ...

MY HOME

... Im Y 1 0 AM .. 31v hoini ! ny home! my o1cc lov'd home, A parting sigb to thee; The scene ef e;tacy andl love, U here oft in j6oouq glee I've danced along the sunny hill, An(d thronigh the swveping glen, With heavt as light as fairy step, For all waS brightness then. Whit am I now? what am I nowv? A wreck-a faded flower, The virtim of confiding love, Of passion's wildest power The thought4 ...

BY A BROUGHAM

... 'BY A BROU GIHAM. Tuixr, Buy a Broom. Sang at a dinver--at thhelate Nerthampton :Eleetionsat which Lord AItherpe was ra-elected without opposition. 1uEN enfadylsers utisgiided -our nation, And Orders in.`Counoil had ruin'd ber trade, A Briton'rose up for the State's preservation, And prostrate before bi- its sbackles were laid, By a Braughafm! by a Brougham'! By a Brougioam were the fetters ...

OLD GRYMES

... Like all other productions of established merit, the following song fins been the subject of eutnerous profiane traves- ties; but it will be readily admitted that none of these imitations, ine grace, simplicity, and nature, come withit pistol shot of the original. OLD Gryines is dead -that good old maun We ne'er shall see him more? He used to wear a long black coat, All buttoned down before. ...