... ZVI 0 et rp - THE FLOWERS. L[Y w. If. PRIDFAUX ] Tiun owrb that deck this earth of oura, lhowm eloquent are they! ?? to the human heart they snlijiagly convey i And jt how pgrent :tle we to plsso their oire mninitions ily, Aldlitgazo %with listleisness of heart and inadvertent eye: To Childhoo, arce tiley tlot as hsopes Whlieh faoscinate the mind, And. Ieads1 thc yanolg hesrt gaily on1, with ...

... Ia a r t q) - POETRY.-By T. R. J. POLSON. Es titwrraO within thy silent home, Thy slumber who shall treak? What eurthly voice can reach thy ear, Or thy repose awake p Not many days since thou wert clad,. Io Youth and Beauty's prime; How trarisient was thy stay on earth * Ho' very short thy time! Thy father, sorrowing at thy grave, Bedews it with his tears- -He sighs and weeps but there no ...

... jDortrv- OLD ENGLAND.-By MARnY HOvITT. OMD England I thou ibast greea and pastoral hills Fanit'd by delicious gales, And living voices of harmonious rillis Sound inL tby sylvas vales. Ujnder tile shadow of primeval trees, 'Mid whispering of green leaves, Stand cheertul groups of whito-wall'd cottages, Flowerrniantled to the eaves, And thou hast lovinig hearts, both h;ig and low, And homes ...

... POMP-. SUNSET. See shere rtt' horizon shines with tints of gold, The sun bath set, and villagers behold The gorgeous colours of the glowing WVest, Where he had sunk into tile occalt's breast' The pevae3at nowr his dally laboar leaves, And seeks contentment and Isis household eaves; The partner of his love, his hopes, and fears, With tender care the social ev'nig cheers, Spreads choicest fare ...

... ?t'ra, UTI.C,-, 0? ?? The first paper consite of soms SPIrite extrelo. from 6ther correspondence of teeebte nd m tis ?? stanllope--ti, lady, ?? It her from English Polsed e ey r E~ 'It asen Queen Amongst ?? ftl eet isted ?? sa f colliection, of stornes an ncdts 'oiteetcd r wtthth l~er'a of that amusing PerO~e~ -lbt ?? Som ofb the f sketches are Well toltcul5 hi~mrl be~avhing is: byn means ...

... XXTEAILY ~.WAILIETZES. a SecREcsr.-What is mine, even to my life, issbers I love; . but the ses-crt of my friend is not mine-SW?- P. Sideiey. f AN AUTLOENTIC JOE MIILLEM.-As if to redeem the habitual dtilness of Joe Miller, one solitary joke of his stands on respectable aithority. Joe, sittiug at the window of the Sun 0 Tavern, in Clare-street, vhile.a fish-woolan was crying, ?? Boy my soles! ...

... THE TREATRE. he Among the many events which characterize the growing ty refinement of the age, maybe instanced the revival of the h Shaksperian drama. To Mr. Macready is due the honour Iw of the first attempt to reform the public taste. Deyoted to I lit his art, lie saw with pain the inglorio usses to which the stage had been degraded; and it is notorious that his bold th ...

... Tbe eine arto. EXTEI:BZTXON Or ICTXRSi.. 27D. Duetch FWtlxiag'boats ilt a Gale off the Dogger Bassk: . T. 1) uN ?? is one of the most ?? marine piees we hove ever scen: in watcercolours we ?? auet with nothing tha could suarpass it. It is, indeed, a maste ly produotion, and in point of fame cannot fail to re-aly Af'.Duncan forthe great amount of labour which it is evident lie mout have ...

... Voctrp. 3M9DI''ATIONS ON THE P'OOR LAY.. B3Y A CONSERVATIVE P':Et. WIJY should I support mny neighbour On my goods-agailnst ioy will ? Can 'It he live by honest labour1- Call 't he beg,-or can 't he steal? Poor-rates make such sad confusion I- I, for osy part--cannot see Dow Join Thomsofn's destitution Gives him any claim on mne! Soith may n't own a somgle penny,- Alust I then mny pound ...

... titt r a tit re. Geology; a Poem, in seven books. By the Rev. J. S. Watson, t .B.A.-Pickering, London. t This is a work which bears the impress of originality-a quality G5 which can scarcely be overestimated in these book-manufactur- ing times. The author has selected a topic which, at the first glance, would appear to belong to the domains of science rather than to those of poesy, yet it is ...

... THE FUNERAL OF THOMAS CAMPBELL. He departed in the fulness of his years, and his fame shed a halo round the pillow on which he breathed his last sigh! And it is done! the organ peal hath wafted to the sky That now, beneath that gorgeous pile, a poet's relics lie; Beneath that glorious roof where kings repose in awful-state— And England's great and England's brave the Final Word await. No ...

... aottrli. SO2N3NT.-Coflt1'OSfD AiT GIZENT. To one like Tic -1o wantders with ani eye III qiiest of tlriqce lore, tutd loves to dream Of oil the glsry that ?? bete n, and *seem Pact of tile posor O letch is hi suipply Of inteilectual fotol ii) ?? I Coltdt Thee ani diy site. cities t here, of old, The ulo ?? y leicog ,ain'd nld gore his gold; Fistem inc tbe. Iibelill ;ii tsi with liberal mllind. ...