... ThLle mantesux bournous, and pelisses, do not differ very materially from those of last w*inter; the autumnal manteaux of black satin, lined with white silk, have sleeves almost conea~lledl by frills that encircle the arm-hole and sl touts of satin, a ia reine, enriched by dentelie de vel- ours lid on flat, are very distisnge; they are of a very comfortable make, almost always with pclerine, ...

... A CHILD 1)ASLEEP. 1IS MIISS BIARRiiETT. - I i' sitIpI Ii Nlt havilg ?? :'ry chilijdhood's ialldragore, ?? lis pl etty 3' vOS ?? uiilleii lPeacures, to ii make room for mnore- Sl~llit ag ii r thc witiel ed nosegay, which tio pulled the d;v IJI IOI e. 11110)l ul~ vision ca~l(eth) \'ilil, the youni child dreatnath on. nit, () dlreAinoI, thee befalleth M1 ith the glory i on liast voII I D)o xis ci ...

... -1cctr : cirp. OLD LETTERS. Ol.D letters ! oh then spiare thom-they are pricelces for their agC I I love-oh how I lovo to seC each yellow time-stained Page I T1'ey tell of joys that are no more, of hopes tirat long have fled! Old letters l ol tiren sparetliem-thry ?? ? Thley tell of times, of happy times, in years loug, leorg golo by, Of dear ones that have cerased to live but in the memory ! ...

... ?QflrffO 00firp. A FIRST LOVE AND LAST LOVE. BV ISAtIE1L.A GRATTAM. WHEN I WIas in my fifteenth year, And what the world calls fair, Iloved a youth whose eyes wvere dark, And raven black his hailr. My ?? heart went pit a pat Whene'er he passed me by, And If he lookled at other maids, I'd sit me down and sigh. Music was in his silvery voiee, As he would softly tell, lHow, dearer far than life ...

... ITHE LATE CONCERT AT THE MUJSIC-IIALL,; | VWITH RECOLLECTIONS O0 PACANINI. It is not intended (twvo publications having intervenedI and a notice of the late ?? baving also appealod in this papel') to revert to it further than as regards Savori, and to connect his natme with that of Paganini. That Savori is, indeed, s delightful and fascinating perform- crs, no one can deny, of which ample ...

... ?? voctri). CATHIAfRINE DOUGLAS. BY NORVAL CLYDE, M v lady and roy love I I know T1;ou lovest well at eve to hear Thy Poet pr oudly breathe his lay To thy solo listening car, When every star is bright above;. Brightest of all, the star we love. Tbe broad full moon companioning We marked its meeker beauty shine, But she her fulness changing soon In fickle pale decline, It turned its truer orb ...

... - 7- ?? - ? ?? Cri?,iixcd 4'uortrp- SONG ON IMISS Air,- ?? Grove. SITING unfolds her silver buds To the morning air, Music warbles in the woods, WXhere thc songsters pair; Ili yon cottage on the lawn, Mild as Summer's delwy dawn, Chaste and timid as a fawn, Dwells a maiden fair. In her eyes the 90'il of love In its own light plays, On her chleeks and brow above Shine beauty's rays; ?? that ...

... ,5;cltctcZr j?octrp. WOMAN'S DESTINATION. Tite streiaI which once a slender rill Rivhl'd, scirculyl seen, its humble way, NowN gusllvs freely fromu the hill, A ml flasi is inilo day ! 0 St ream of kno wledge ! when thy tide ]Brilngs hop)e, mid life, and power, To everv treo that doelis thy> side, FoIeget not thiea the flower ! Forget not gentle. woman then, ven ou lietho sex, whoso mightvn ...

... 1C.-MV060 -r?lcrlrjl. 0,11, THE FIRST GREY HAIR. BY THliOMAS IIAVrES DAYLY. Tnt imation ait her mirrir, with tier iid upon ier brow, Sit c ;Ziig D1n her lovely face--ay, Itivvly even now Whly ditli s1,e lettit upon) her hotid withl curb a look of tbalc Wt~y i .b:uls that tealr across tier chockli? Si cuseesheribst grey Ti tilt fir-ni bi r for~ orlnt ii /alien awryl h)ut little oF ifts grace; ...

... : - -- - ?? ?? - ,aarrtro voctrin. SONG: BY rERDIvAND FREILIGRATH-A GEIIXAN POET. o THINK not henceforth they must lie in the tomb, O ! think not henceforth they will hide firom our sight, Though the voice of bold speakers is bid to be dumb, And none but the false ones have licence to write. No ! no I though our martyrs in exile abide them, Though others outworn with the Tyrants who ride them, ...

... 1.RrI.MOr jUrtry. TIIE NEW ROYAL EXCMANGE. A NATIONAL SONS-U_ RSin. CRAWvFOaD. w-IN ComImIncE rose, in agcs past, To fill tho ?? with light, And feudal days were fleeting fast, likle shadows of tho night; Thlen her wings she gave To the ocean-wave, For she loves at will to roam, With the fresh'hing breeze, O'er the bounding sas; But in England she found her home. 'Twas then that GUES1IADI'S ...