... - i WOMAN'S LOT. OI say not woman's lot is bard, Her path a path of sorrow; To-day, perchance, some joy debarr'd May yield more joy to-morrow. It is not hard-it cannot be, To speak in tones of gladness, To hush the sigh of misery, And soothe the brow of sadness. It is not hard, sweet flowers to spread, To strew the path with roses, To smooth the couch, and rest the head, Where some loved ...

... il ?? i ORIOIAL.) THE HILL OF DEATI. DY JOHS IALSAML. Outsttotch Ittho arms of my vision to scenes *fa brilliant hue, The poearly-wrought laud of my childhood, the mountains of life. giving dew; - The spiy-borne breeze of the east Is wafted along in Its air, While the bloom of the rose in its grandeur would ?? us that health must be thero. No darkening, pent up arena, no volumes of smoke do ...

... SELECGTED). THE DONINION OF PAIN. BY LAMAN BLANCHARD. In all tbatlive, endure, and die; In every vision of the brain - 'On Love's fondI lip; in Pleasurn 3 ey The hermits pulse, the wario; , yoin In hearts that pause and plunge again' Frail victims of the Passing hour, We find thy far dominions, Pain, We trace the footprints of thy power- Though some are washed away by tears Whilst some survive ...

... I THE MOTHER'S GRAVE. We're kneeling by thy grare, mother; the sun bai left it nov, Aed tinges with its yellow light yon glad hill'e verdant brow Where happy children spart and laugh,with whom we need to play Jutwemay notmingle wlthtlem noxsince thou wert borne away. Ve're driven from home, mother; the home we lov'd so well; Yfe wander hungry, homeless oft, while strangers In it dwell, And ...

... LITERARlY EXAMINER. TURLOGEt O'B~itirs thl Those who delight ill the horrible will be pleased with lie this number. The scene in the dark upper Chamber of the bet 1King's Head, that villanous old tavern to which we have mil been previously introduced, with the fiettl catastrophe wve .reminds one Somewhat of Dirkc Hatterick's fatal struggle Im, with Gilbert Glossim, in Gay aimtesrritg. St th ...

... n11 Ilinday evening, a very numerous audience bade MeJd llte Vestris ind MIr. Charles Mathews welcome to the Qtiaell's Theatre. The comedy chosen for their tirst appear- tale Ias LoVC's Telegraph, a new play, we believe,-ierv, at an,,ate, to Mancester. It was followed by the pleasant d now ahlmost classical comedietta of Used Up, which, .;tl Mlr. htadthess for its Srst hero, crowded, we can ...

... | LORIGINAL.] SONNET.-BLACKPOOL. Blackpool I I love thy waving shores to trace, In that sweet hour when noon no longer glows, But dewy eve her lengthening shadow throws O'er all around me. Day, with gentle pace, Declining into night,--each distant place Seen Indistinctly, as the glimmering light Illumines, fitfully, thy cdiffy height, Shading Its outline with a softer grace. And ocean's gentle ...

... THE HUS1BANDMANi. C BY TnE REV. JOHN STERLINO. a v Farth, of mau the bounteous mother v Feeds him still with corn and wine * I He who best would aid a brother, 1 Shares Vith him these gifts divine. e Many a ower within her bosom f Noiseeess, hidden, works beneath.- Hence are seed, and leaf, and blossom ,r Golden ear and clustered wreath.' These to swell with strength and beauty, a Is the royal ...

... ?? .- . ?? ?? -.w Z SHARiPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE. No one who looks at the beautiful embellislhents in the pact for Novemtber wili be surprised to learn, that this hew fo cleap weekly journal has already imet with astonishig Is slucess. The illustration of Sir Walter Scott's ballad, The N] Death of Keeldar, is a periect gem, and there tue several PI others in the saute pqrt very little inferior. ...

... QUEEN'S THEATRE, ai C A Mlr. Courtenay, tthe successful author' and actor, ashe is styled in the hills, fromt th1e Princess' Theatre, London S g has been playing atithe Queen's all the week; and on Tnes- V e day we went to see him' in the Broken Hcome, a drlama of his On wn compositionj Jndging from the reception of perfortner g e ae of performance, the verdict of the play bills mlight ...