... Fraser's Magazine, 2Ve. 126, fir J Ole.-4-Jmes Fraser, 21o, itigot Street, Lndonloii.-O1l every eooOllunt, WIvi should 0Ilr*ll1Ol0i t1iib o or Otmetellolt, Ilt th0 isto o1o ill which it so t-oligly irStllIllO t ooo own toolinigs 001 Ioutiliellts, ?? 0141 ?? thlolk 1) Ollollsll bo illsolltible to fihlt. ev00 woro thero ywll\itO t'biore i8 ?? t iolll it poelis of Charlos Loch Eothitko, 1sq, ...

... POETRY [FOR TOHE EXUTHt PLYINGPOST-t ?? oil tbriT fA 13f'rt-D t bc @lvillv of O Mav f~ri. Vhe~ocou ri~tannia ! lot~tho l'mac reli, From lndus, to ta m Irigld Polo- O'er all the leIa, whieh even Violencsway, Lot gladness beam, on this ousplaleus da. Whilst Albion's eons, sod lovely deaghtom reise, The song of gcttihedoe,.mn Hycn, of praise, For England's Qoeeic and Ecjglacsd'aiiu Dst Hoir- To ...

... E On Friday, the 20th April, at the Athenaeum, Mrs. C. L. Balfour delivered her first lecture on the Moral and Intellectual Influence of Woman on Soeiety f. The attendance was very numerous; W. Hichens, Esq., in.. the chair. The lecturer.treated her subject in a popular and interesting nianner. 'She speaks remarkably well, and fully proved herself deserving of the metropolitan and provincial ...

... THE PRADO. [BY LADY DLESS1NGTOX.] ?? thou seen him? Said he aught'? Is my Juan jealous still ?- ?? are masters but in thought, Ruled by woman's secret will. 0. forbear this idle play ! Nor wvith ardent love coquet, Shouldst thou lose hint ?? 1 Lose him 7 Nay! Child, I'll tame his spirit yet ! Take my counsel-be more kind- , Kind !-atid spoil a selfish man I Thou mayst live to change thy ...

... On Itabing )nome. And must I leave my native bome, And must I go away, Forsake the fields I used to roam, The meadows bright and gay? And must I leave thee-lovely spot, Where, from my youth till now, I've lived, and loved with all my heart ?- A weight hangs o'er my brow. Oh Home, sweet Home !-I feigo'd would be And live for ever there, In happiness, and always free From sorrow, pain, and care. ...

... EVOR THtE EXETER i-L'-lN.PO85'. LINES On the Victories obtained by our Armies in China and Cabool. Our Armies complete uccOesB have found, And'ENGLAND now with glory crowu'd- Her splendid station shall regain, And bless V10TORtA'S happy reign! nat whilst tho joyful fruits of Peace, Our wealth and bonour shall increase; For all the blessings kindly given, We render thanks to GOD in Heaven ! ...

... Ainswortles Magazine, for September. Published by John Mtortimer, Adelaide Street, Trafalgar Square, London.- The Tale in this work by the Editor is continued with unceasing interest, and occupies all the best energies of this most able writer. Another charm is that this is the only Magazine illustrated by the renowned Gen. Cruikohvak, who never fails in correctly expressing ?? text. We ...

... [?Oa THE EXETER YFLYING POST.] ,tonnet for lbeptember. Amidst the songs of morn and harvest mirth, Soft.oyed September on nur plains descends; Rejoicing Nature gladdens at her birth, And sweet serenity her steps attends. Rioh magazines of plenty round her rise; Creation sings the bounties of her Lord; Fielde, gardens, orchards, teem with fuil supplies, And Earth appears like Paradise ...

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... mouemontlt cootle; OR. THE REBEL'S DAUGHTER; A Romance of the Reign of Edward VI. jCHAPTER V. A NIGHT OF PERIL. All this while we have been very ungallant, having treated with apparent neglect, a Maiden, who, as the Heroine of this Narrative, deserves our special care and attention. The Historical Incidents relating to the period of which we write, and their connexion with the characters here ...

... Vogft -louin.*: ny, even the Robin-runin in mbe hed o, Is precious In my eyes. 91Am: IIOWTT. Precious ! aye, more than precious I Latest and best of flowers, Alrt thou, * Poor Robin, shining through Palo nutumn's tearful showers. High on a bank beneath a hedge, t Whose branches hide no more The little bird's nest. where the mouso Had hid his winter's storc. t Witll the red berries or the ash ...

... THE RAILWVAY WHISTLE. The Whistle ! I love it; the shrill note-hark! Hath a music unto my Solt Richer aad sweeter than throstle or lark For imatin could ever troll. Each day doth it teach me by some dream, For I hear it at score of tinmis, If I choose to watch for the feathery Steam, Or list to its gladdening chimes. iais-sh ! there's a strain ! which hath come with a speed To rival the ...