... 3eom- the Poetical Remains of the late Robert rrusecr Editor of the .Ffi Herald. ALL pale and ?? I Thy story whio shall tell? WMlat poncil paint the lovely land Where thou wort wont to dwell, Ere yet, through boundless space nrari Thy ?? began, ()r thline eye of love was kindly set Upon the home of man ? Fair Spirit ! if to mortal muso The priviloge be given The deeper mysterics to scan Of ...

... ORIGINXA -SU Y.RE. A RPMAflEWLL TO T-E CIOOD OLD YakiR. Ha; is sone, he is gone, like the passing windl Arid has loft no trace of slis path. bethinsi ; The merry faco of thc blithe 1aid yeni ; ' Has left neithor ollill nor sorrow bGro:* His step has been light, His I ath lia l-ecrn bririr, And hie miltRI as wo parted oa yesteright. No eye, no eye, has been seen to lbde, No cherished one in the ...

... L.AMllENT OT1ThE IRISII EMlGAANI'. BY 'Ti2S RION. MRS. lltICnIVILACKWOiOlD (NOw\ i.AV' VRIN.) I'M sittin' gn the stile, Mary,- Where *'eo at aside by side, On a briebt May mornin' lonll ago, When first you were my bride The corn was splingin' fresh and green,' * And the ?? sanig loud and high-. And the rod was on. your lip, Mary, * And tbb love-light in your eye. The place is-little channred, ...

... THE FASIIIONABLIL SNIES. At the brightest period of the empire tt e hoene of the Countess de ?M ?? .ras considered one of the most agreeable in Paris. The Countess was a woman between 45 and 50, whose mature age had not obliter- ated the splendour of hier younger years. People (it perfidious xaemories pretended that in spite of her nlame and title she had never held a very distiniguished nor a ...

... II AYER AT SEA AFTER VICTORY. ny AlplS. HlUSlANS. TueRox.ill recnint4s brjelgt repose A voice of prmyer amose, When tile srv-figlit WaS d1o011; The sons of Enlgland knelt, Pith, heart that now onull melr, For on the wAvr' her bhttle hidlad h 9e , W Round their tidl slip, the main Heaved wvith a darl rod stain, Caulght ,ut fronm ?? olouid W\hile Nvitl tbe tide ?? Past Petnnon aolnd shiver'd ...

... THE POOR POET TO THIE NIPW YEAR. 'Tls done I-my weary pen laid by, As solenmn miduiglt's liour cornes on Rest, nelliniz hald-rest, lorning eye, Anotier glslp, another sigh, And the Old Ycar is gone I Soft-plaining winds and tonder showers Maleo dirges for his dying hours; Withl somuething of a suwitier tune, Lilte cehocq cf lie volce of JuPo* They bover gently round bi- bier,- Thon art ...

... 13Y MRVS. SIGOUOlNRY. Tiou wvak'stmy baby boy, from sleep, And through its silken fringe Thine eye, likc violet, pure and deep, Gleams forth in azure tinge. With frolic smiles and gladness meek, Tby radinot brow is drewt While fondly to thy mother's cheek Thy little hand is prest. That little hand ! what prescient wit Its history may discern, Ere time its tiiy hones shall knit * With manhood's ...

... Ai you that are too fond of wine, Or any other stuff, Taeo warning by the dismal fate Of on0 Lientenant Lout'. A sober manl he might have been Except in one regard- leo did not lile soft water, So lie took to drinking hard. Said lie, let others fancy slops, And talk in praise of tIn, ]3ut I am no Bobemian, So do not like Bo11sa: if wine's a poison, so is tea, Tfiough cl innother shape What ...

... TIME EMIGRXANT'S FAfli'F'WLL. AdliC, fIhik, yh ?? wbere my Ch1ildh1,ood, wsv. jhlrj- ?? -ProN0i 1? r' with thle anlohorgallanlt helarts ! Spreald the white s11ils to the wind, And give one long, sky-rending rhcer, For the loved ones left bhinml i Then lot ns tako a farowoll look At our own old English1 home, Ere we speed to seck another, Far away o'or ocean'sfoaml. Aye, look your lastbold ...

... L ADIS FASIHIONS FOR JANUARY. Violet or pensec is the favoiirite colour at this moment for every style of toilette, in velvet or eachmere for bour- nous, sliaw'], or pilltot, and -fur accords extrmely well withit. Palntots of violet satin, lined with whitc, and trimmed with Canada fur, are very elegantfor 'wahing toilettos. 'I'he AMol1davie, with its numerous shades, a material equally suited ...

... VAU PE-VIRE. BlY OLIVEFR BASSEILIN. IcS'I' us drink as anily timnes As our naines liave letters in thlem; Sing we Islghter-moving rihymem; Say, Who shrill the first begin thorn? Pour the gollen eider high; LIst the ?? take From those drops of sunny (lye, Which now mirth ind wit awake. 0h I my name is all too short For that tide that swiftly passes Lot meo add, to spood our sport, Lotters many ...

... (RIJINA L POET'RV. TIHE SONG OF THE WIND. _ I'Thi, roughest breeze AN'llich heows (jowl) frota Siberia's wvaste, And nrie)s t he forc't in it's hastc.-Plzappn. Tit si Prince am I of the realms of air, Frol who may opposo my banner fihir; All ! all! aro my slaves when r gird me in might, And sweep through the Heavens on my pinions bright. I came o'er Siberia's dreary inoles, Where the shacliled ...