... IZWTRA'rY. V&RIEWIES. ~' AbrgatcAlg FATR SYSimsc.-I happened to arrive at j~ te frstfacoryjus as the dinner lionriwas over, and'the girls iwerse~Oretutraitig to their wvork; indeed; thec stairs of the mill wvere srp thi-doged with them as I agoended.i They-wero all well dressed, If- biat 'net, to my thinking, above their condition ; for I like to see ter~ the humbler clasoes of society careful ...

... I.: EnA2Pt VAItZET.TIS- A HINTr roa CoNszEvA'rTvEs.-Surely every new medi. cine is an lunovatioo, and be that will not apply new remedios must expect new evils: for Timo is the greatest innovator; and if Time, of course, alter things to the worse, and wisdom and counsel shall not alter them to the better, what shalt bo the end ?-Baceon. MAN GEOaGE AND THE CoWPAss.-Decidedly the most important ...

... j==ttjJ. SONNET. Zt,-be Itlly comforter when thou wert saIV,- To chosie the nanguill from thy hveely eye.3 To hush to silence aill thy bosol's sigSn, Again to ma ic thiy pensirn spirit g nld, And call back all thy reI siniles-O, tills g still have deem'd a pririlege aind bl 1s Yet happier have I becell if an tile hour When the world vanih'd. ind thle still swaEt power Of all things colt aol lo ...

... 'Woetrn. RURAL SONNET.-OCTOBER. LBY THE AUTHOR Or 1$ REGULUS. Tun woods assume their robes of russet hue, Amberld or bronzed, or sanguined in the sun,- The falling leaves the moisten'd ground bestrew; The pheasest drops, and hunting is begun. Again the healthy ploughmen turn the soil- The thrashers wield their cheerful.sounding fiail- The thatchers crown the stark-the hedgers toil- And ...

... London Tshions for foctober. BoNNETS.-Those of the newest kind fbr the present autumn are made in velours epingle of a beautiful citron colour, embroidered in mauve, a sinle macabout spotted with mauve beiag its sole orisament. Those in velvets of a light clear red, trimmed with elegant fancy feathers, are also in preparation: we can assure our elegantes they have a look absolutely regal. The ...

... TITZRIArly VAMIMINIMS. Tihe lirst half of our ljife is spent in delsiring tile sccond1 theu Second ill regrettiIIg the liust. PU0PULAuS ANTolDlI.s'IAN Niews !-At the earlier periodts of organic lile In this Aislet, there tippitil to hael teen It) traoeliolipods their plece wvas -solipi iou by polythiolattteus reishitlapods, of swhici th lale ifsi lls ocetols to hle thle ouiy slirsit -LUiTHItI ...

... lJoarp. SONNETS.-TO JOHN MARTIN. fBY TIlE AUTHlOR OFr' TIHE CASTHEDRAL BELL.] HAIL, poet of the pIrIcilI borTl to raise T'o sopont life-enl1itring to the eye, Ever herreeforth, in all TIrS plgealltry,- Tbe groups and jealacee of ancient days: Those, miltituditoits as waves ; ai0d these, Coleosal of proportionls and extent; The whole, in magical persprective blent, Absorb the heart, the tmind ...

... ., . I'll, - I . Eittraturt. Canadian Scenery Ill1fstrated.,' Part XXYVI.-Virtue,; London. . - In tho plate of The Green at Frcdericton the sky bas a brooding thunder-storm appearance, which is not in harmony w ith the quiet nature of the acenoe, and tbocffect of which is far from ploaasig. In theo viow of Cape Blowmedown, on the contrary, the loworing aspoct of tbo heavons is in unison ...

... &ITERA1LY VARXET!ES. SEDITION.-The surest way to lprevent seditions (if the times do bear it) is to take away the matter of them; for if there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall come that shall set it oi fire.-Lord Bacon. The two most precious things on this side the grave are, our reputation and our life But it is to be lamented, that the most contemptible whisper ...

... POttMp. AUTU MN W OODS. By BRYAST. Enu in the northern gale The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumisn, all around our Vale, Have put their glory on Trhe mountails that infold, In their wide sweep, tte colour'cd landscape round, Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and in gold, Ttiat guard the enchanted ground. I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the iningled ...

... lottrv2. SONNET. Tnr Pastl- leannot dwell as once I dwelt Upon the rPiat-wchen the sweet days of youth Yielded bright memories enly, and, in truth, I seem'd to feel again the bliss I felt In that delightful season; Death has now Hung his dark pall upon the smiling past. And gloom around those happy hours is cast, And I nd more loak back with cloudless brow. -So must it ever bol-advancing years ...