... ?? 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 ...

... [?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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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, ...

... 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 ...

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... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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. ...

... [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 ...

... 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 ...