... (FOfl TILR EXRTEI FLYINEXESTTE 11littlrs*. ?? sanl reflections dlansl vvithin tbe mind, When, From seclulsiol fresh, among monhind Wo ldss tile joy felt While we lived retired. Anid Earlhbsil luo lavellireas In pence adimired Felt iwhile we mrrark'd tihe seasons' ?? race, Impart a sweet variety rald grace. To those grand traits onl which tilc day-s tars . rmic,. I tls shole for ages andtl ...

... iaun e advo denfe. 2rTe History awd Pros ects Ofb the Gaugtem 1,SuEv idnee.. Edod, 4, Strand I and Vacher. pailiameat ?? is the second f ei ition of a work which enters at great length on the muh ?? of question Ofr the Gauges. We bhav so repeatedly discussed this subject that we e Uient I this yoluoe a mass of information will be found affording much practical Inowee.i her Authoe is an ...

... i'OETRY. TVl ER XET~O PLYIU-OOYOT.) (A MiaT~t~t1ULitBoDY,) I'm loa '¢ttihe cpzhee imoiipledt withl mites, And wheat thso' h ,Ilgalnc. be ¢un~ruly tA disciplo ofti',AfCgt i'lt bo. I'm a lau, hi~ng Plhlloo9op~ihOr1 itSbrly, ?? thorni dulty, t I nlever meet trouhles halt wvay. If they come, they're uc'er anxious to stay, The Grumhler who never estoys. The boautles bestowed upon narth, Who ...

... -- fr - m Wrsi Affectation? Why that nock grimace Go sily thing and hide thy ?? frce- Thy lisping prattleand thy mincing gait, A)l thy false fooleries lI hate. Fo 4oCt folty5 s-countetfett. ar d she S^Vho is Tlgbtitol.ab. has the better plea- Nature's true Idiot I prefer to theo. Why that soft languih? Why Ithat drawliag tone? Art siok? Art slepy? Goa thee hence-begonef I laugh at all thy ptty ...

... I I [1OR TH tB EXiTlA FLYINU-POST,] Iffbe c l aft Quitb sutew9 x. The following Verses were read by as Lady during the Thunder Storm, on S tnday alat, at Relvitrec. Sing t tohte Lord, Vo beavonr Hodts, Aux thou, O Eatth adore, Let Death and Hot) through all their coasts Stand trembling at his power. Hii sounding chariot shakes the Sky, H e makes the clouds his Throne There all his Stores of ...

... - ; % p -rI aun 0be to Iotacco. POZTS 0lre ,ofLove and Beauty, ThoUnTnhcco be my-theme- Sing thy pralses-pleaslng duty. Better tar than Love's young dream. Frlends may prove unkind, ungrateful Maidens fickle well as fair Thou - my weed art never hateful. Soothing woe-dispelling Cate. Art thou sad-try ?? LIght the hopes-blow a cloud Troubles (oft our own creation,) Rnd in smoke must be ...