... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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' ...

... - _ E T L . r F.ENDSllr S OFiELINO. ?? AFFECTION. By fie Jlon. Mrs Norton. SMrILE on, young IMIlother ! brightly smile, And thank-the Lord of Heaven, That to those dark and anxious eyes The future is not given. Smile on, and listen to the sweet Low voices in thine ear, And press the trembler to thy heart, Whose laugh belies her fear. hilo day may come, when dead alike To human joy or pain, ...

... RLEGIAC STANZAS TO N'o more-lno mpre-ohl never mre Oil mc, * The freshoess oti tle heart call fall like dew. WIIEN I have reached that restilng place 'l'owwhichl each moment hastes mue on, I care not wiho my path may trace, Or whilt teiy'll say'when I am gonc,- if thou, the star by whose soft light 1 journey o'er lite's stormy wave, Wilt c1heer my longest, latest night, And shed thy ...

... POMTP-T THE TRIBUTEJ OF WATER. It is recorded of ai Arab, when hi, Prince visited him unexpectedly in his tent, that rather tha let him pass without the clistoulary giits, le presstled him ivith vwster. FoIuTH from the blue and boundless sky, Stroiig in his quenchless pride, The red sutn looked with regal eyc - Over the desert wide. The burning wind came hot andi dry; The wandering Arab held ...

... iCIIA5TEIU VI. '-And then the schoolboy, With satchel at his back, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. THIt STORY OF JOHN WILLIAMS CONTINUED. The next attempt which my father made to engraft me on one of the loany charity schools of this city was directed towards the institution founded by the benevo- lent Edward Colston; and there, the proper recommen- dations having been obtained, I ...

... iBAXRISTER-AND BANK{EIR; Ol, THE FlilR IN DANGER. Amn-Mlerrily danced the Quaker's Wife. Tern Wife of Bath she Was fair and free- ('The Widow of Bath she is now, Sir), And Hob, the rag-man, who but he? Got his own consent to espouse her. This rag-man he sturk to her, toughl and tight- The widow shc wilsh'd him far, man - Her thoughts by day, and her dreams by night, WVCre on young John R- the ...

... Come down from the mountain, comc tip from the field, .. ttt oumte unt with buckler, 'with lance, or wilth shield, Leave the bio id of the foe, and the wntar trulupt's roll, For the blood of .the vine, and the song of the soul. The lau.htcr is ringing, the banquet is spread, But t'orget not thoe gallan t-the death less, thoughI dcad; (Inc cup four thc brave tuno are with us, anid thClt, Your ...

... POETRT. EFiom Tait's Edinburgh Magazin]e.] SONG OF THE RHENISHI PROVINCES. Tirnt Rhine is bodn in the winter storm Upon a bed otf snow He's suckled by' he avalanche, Dissolved in summer's glow; llc's cradled on the iron ledge of Constance' craggyv wall, Adin rocked to sleep on the roaring steep Of wild Schaufheusen's fall. With suel a Sire !-what wonder then Our mnaids are fair, our sons are ...

... BRISTIL SOCiETY OF ARTISTS. The associated Artists of this city, in imitation of other So. cieties, and at the request of some friends who felt an interest in the welfare df their profession, resolved some time since to get up an Exhibition of Pictures, principally by. resident Artists. This resolution was patronized by the Committee of the Institution, who kindly permitted the Exhibition to ...