... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... ?? ubittiolltt off &liootil tD t ?? Get stisdolt, antd with all thy getting, get tunderstanding.' Caste, sViilt3 the blossoms of thy years are brightest, Thout Youtlhful w andtorer il tho flowery inaze . CDUIO, white the rostless besot is bolulding lightest ; Alid Joy's lkine sunbeanms tremble in thy ways Comne, Iilue st cet though lts, like sulnlilaer butds unfolding, Walkeln riebb ...

... [FOR VIt EXETEIL IFLYINiG-VIOST.i ?? ~ttc. Ytoux(; Love ventered onit, o0e ble'ri morn inl DeceUmber, A straige foolish tinIes, he twoli inl licad, 'oNW wihat wvas the retcion I don't well remember, ltit 'tons, withll soiched ilite6itio, 'twis said. 'The Sion o'er the (astern bills coldly was peopiiI6 'To Ijisoen stern tiataro fromn chilling repOSe, TIlo sweet Ioloers all were in etibryo ...

... On the l'se and Abuse of t/he Flexible Tabe, and the thi Trrrcr.-BY Rtobert Iteind, Veterinary Surgeon, Crediton.-To pro Agricalttrists thi' little work suirst be of real rvline) foth its so clearlr e ltd to the purposo, poiltilg oait tihe tiost expudient ou uothbod, of ?? tirlne disoroders of cattle, that require almost for .imnediate relief. 'TIhe perrrids of this work trill miaire the ...

... I Sonnet To the Young Lady, who Iamenftrd (hat 8he teas not morc BeautyW. . REPINE not Lady that thot art not rich Inbeauty'sgifts. Ob vishnotthatthychbeek Could vie in beauty with the blushing rose, Or that thy eyes like sibyl's fires could witch A giddy throng to worship at thy feet And thoughtless pledge thdir faithless, fragile vows. These charms though bright, are fading;-you possess A ...

... By lie author of Regs1119, and iother Tragedies. MARCHi. Winter departs-is olie ?? swoor is o'er Shows a faint smile where all of late seem'd dead, So, the awakening Earth, berrumb'd no more, Her earliest growths in Nature's lap doth spread. Like pierups of verdant spears, above the roail Brlbs, pilnts. and sholots, in elfin beauty, rise In garden-ranges busy labourer s toil Tl'e day is fine ...

... POE.TRY. O5r 511. JAblRS tiBAT. No rest for thv foot, oh, Dove, Thoit mva;est no further go, There's an rogry sky above, And a raging deep below; Though wildly toss the weary ark- Thottgh drear and dtill its chambers bh- Return, return, 'tis a sheltering bark, And a resting-place for thee! 'Twas vain to send thee forth, To tire thy downy wing: From the drowned attd sunken earth, Wbat tidings ...

... E OETRYo I ?? [tORa TIHE EXETEL vLYI5N0.POST.J fall Uioing 5i0on. A GEItSIaN UNIKINO SONO, susig bv the celebrated Vocalist 1Ft3N11Y PIIILIPS, at his Musical Entortainmesot, in the Greenwich Lecture Hall, uggested tho scritilig of the OlloWisig SONG:- IN Wintor we must kiss, doar;- And swould you, why, be told We thoe ?? love ?-for this dear- 'Tis then o. very cold Anld love, bolioeo me, dear, ...

... I Stv Vlasater>l. A So1o rOB MAY MoRNiNfo. PART VI. The dead months bad, many a day, sweet, Been tinting a wreath for you, Ere pallid snows died away, sweet, Or sklio were warm and blue; Spring blossoms and buds you, rightly, May guess the circlet form, And never, I vow, more brightly, The rainbow crowned the storm. No flower my flower can name, sweet, No bud my bud can name, But there is the ...

... asr. Olina af tMad5l. (FRSOM TIIRATIIUDNEUM.C T¶iRaowv by all toy !-A sudden peal or drend ThIroUgh Earope's firmament il ?? rolls. A Throne hallt fallen ;-a Hing no more confroufa A people h virwth the stream tbat in its bed Swellod force and higt, by lieart-hllp rountalain rfed, Mllth burst its baik . Inodignant VegrdaDcn tls The kboll of Craft -0a Hlistorys crowded scrolls Strsigo ?? arnO ...