... . The Old Year's task is ended. Oh, pensive maiden, say, Of joys and sorrows blended. Which shall he bear away? The soitow that is sweetness, Through light that followed seen The joy whose incompleteness Hath more than sorrow been? With smiles and tears I learned it, She said. Whate'er befall, The Past is mine. I've earned it, Why part with it at allf A. C. ...

... . Some sing the praise of Spring. It would be well But one is never certain when one gets it. Some on the praises of the Summer dwell It only comes here when the Cable lets it. Of Autumn let me tell. In this at least There is no fear of being disappointed. 'Tis pretty certain to remain due East, Though all the solar system be disjointed. The air is thick, and clouds come o'er the skies They ...

... On, happy and bright is the morning, The icicles hang from the eaves Someone's been the window adorning, 'Tis woven fantastic with leaves, And ferns and frost- wreaths entwining, And crisp and clear is the air And the pond like a silver shield's shining, And the ice, ah the iee, will it hear 'Tis the first virgin sheet of the season Once the haunt of the coot and the teal Then away with all ...

... . By Heney Heesee. A PASTOKAL SYMPHONY. First movement, Allegro. John sallies forth at noon, to meet the lovely Jane, And, bounding o'er the dewy meadows lightly, The shepherdess he meets in yonder lane, And her at once accosts, in accents sprightly. Second movement, Andante. The maiden listens to his pleadings coldly, And seems determined she will ne'er relent But still his suit he urges ...

... ttIIIIIaIK r v^VA ■wr^y y m' xi j^mmw GUID New_YearI' thee, Maggie! Mz Hae, there's a rip to thy auld bagg Tho' thou's h( backit (2) now, knaggic(3). I've seen the clay. Thou could hae gane like onie ...

... SAYS Baby, I'm tired-- no farther I'll go, For you've carried me, mother, three miles through the snow; And look at poor Aunty, her nose is quite blue, As she shakes oft the snow th ...

... While total abstainers, By spirit forswearing, Believe themselves gainers In dignified bearing, In health and in morals, In freedom from quarrels, In conjugal duty, In pers ...

... The year is old, the night is cold, A cloak of snow lies over all Come maid and page, come sire and sage, And join the revel in the hall. Now higher, higher, heap the fire T ...

... You ask me what attracts me so In Ada Well, I hardly know I feel, but oannot tell it. There's something in her merry glance That bids my timid flame advance, Although her lips repel it. What can I ...

... Epitaph. Here rests a comrade who, upon this earth, Had neither fame or happy fortune known, They worked and starved him from his very birth And left us nothing but his skin and boue. ...

... . The rising mist foretells the opening day, The foxhounds slowly move toward the meet, The huntsman onward plods his weary way And leaves me wrapt in meditation sweet. Now fades the glimmering warmth that once he felt, And all his flesh a biting stillness knows, Save when the welcome flask the ice may melt, And pleasant trickling lull his dreary woes. Save when from yonder well-conducted pack ...

... OF TIIE MINIATURE. Miniature-painting is a revived art, and Society is once again its patron. When Georgius Tertius held the throne, And Fashion courted Folly, The mighty men were carved in stone By gorgeous Mr. Nolly; But all the fair, With towering hair, High waists and silken wallet, Relied for praise In future days On Richard Cosway's palette. Thus, many a powdered beau and belle Owe glory ...