... vatrt1I CLOUDS AND THEIR SILVER LININGS. DEAD LEAVES, but yesterday, along the lane Were rustling drearily, or soddened lay In drifted heaps around; as ii in pain, The Earth's old face grew furrowed with decay. T'e orchard boughs with brittle moss were wrapped, The ruby berries withered on the thorn, With clogging snows the village roofs were capped, The mill-wheels tast in ice were yester ...

... BIRMINGHAM MUSICAL FESIVAL. Since the Birmingham Festival was instituted, there has never been so successful and brilliant a performance on the first day. Tuesday dense crowds lined the Immediate vicinity of the Town-hall, the interior of which, forming one of the finest music-rooms in Europe, presented a moet imposing coup-d'wil. The orchestra, filled to the extremities with 600 performers, ...

... COLONEL CRICKLEY's HOESE. BY PAUL CflFYTON. I HAVE never been able to ascertain the origin of the quarrel between the Criokleys and the Drakes. They had lived within a mile of each other in Illinois for five years, and from the first of tbhir acquaiutance there had been a mutual feeling of dislike between the two families. Then some misunderstanding about theboundaryof ...

... I ---- TriAl Ifakmil Df f 4t Jim MO. EXHIBITION OF WORKS OF LIVING. MASTERS. (CONCLUDING NOMECE.] The science of architecture has been, in all ages, so intimately associated with the arts of painting and sculpture, that it may almost be said to have been one with them. To give encourag- ment to it, therefore, and to induce in those who have to direct the erection of our private and public ...

... HIS LOVE FOR ME. [i e brings me flowers from eartb's wild gleus, JAnd lilies from the far-off fena, With hare-bells blue new-born of lay, And hawtlhrtt from the bedge-row's spray. It gilds each flow'ret that I see, Ilia love for me, his love for oe I I would not change for countless gold, For all that mighty monarctb hold, For pride, ambition, glory, fame, For laurel.wreath or ?? nanme; I ...

... Bobbe, P, ill, pi ir, S.cr., teri rer, are requested to be lcf at .1fr. C. Mitrche11', lied Lion Court, Fleet-street, London, addreose? To the Editor of the EXETER FLyiNG POST. These swill be daly forivarded, anti reeeie aen early notice. A Letter to the Right Hon. Benjamin Disraeli, M.P., on Mte means of Bettering the Condition of the Artisans of England. By Iron Hand. London: C. Mitchell, ...

... EVENING PRAYERS. Do not light the candles yet; Close not out the Eveniug Star; But leave me quite alone; and let The door remain ajar. Bow thee down, irreverent head, For a Found comes down the stair; Marian, kneeling by her bed, Saith the evening prayer. Looking, with her loving eyes, Far above the eastern meadows; Where the ponderous cloud-moss lies, In its deep broad shadows;- A tall ...

... MUSIC. Strike the barp-the syiphe descending Shall their aery echoes bring. Each with each the fine ?? blending Of her own peculiar string. Smite the chords. the tones they borrow Speak a language of their own, Thrills of joy, and pangs of eorrow, Hopes of what shall be to-morrow, Sighs for what is gone. Strike the harp, the grasp of Snguish Loosens at thy mild control; All the sterner sorrows ...

... sir Boohs, Prints, Nusic, 8s., for reriewe, are requested to he lest at Air. C. Mitchell's, Red Lion Court, Fleet-street, London' - addressed To the Editor of the EXETER FLYING PosT. These will be daly forivarded, and receive an early notice. The Dictionary of Domestic Medicine and Household Surgery. Part xit. London: Groombridge and Sons, Paternoster-row. THE conclusion of a work which we ...

... EARLY DEATH. WEEr notforher! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic bues; When human bosoms seemed the homes of truth, And earth still gleamedivith Beauty's radiant dews; Her summer-prime waned not to days that freeze; Her wine of life was run not to the lees: Weep not for her! Weep not for her I By fleet or slow decay, It never grived her bosom's core to mark The ...

... BRITONS, GUARD YOUR OWN. RBa', Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead; The world's last tempest darkens overhead; The Pope has bletsed him- The Church caressed him; He triumphs: may be, we shall stand alone: Britons, guard your own. His ruthless host is bought with plundered gold, By lying prieststhe peasant's vote controlled; A11 freedom vanished, The true men banished, He triumpbs: may be, we ...

... TO ITALY. e1 MY Spirit lingers yet amoog thy tombs,n Hope-vidowed Italy I For to mine eyes Thy cities are as crowded cemeteries Of great men's graves, wherein the myrtle blooms al And Fame with lamps of fire their vault illumes, Thou art the dead, not they I Beneath the skies Thou heat death-still, as Pompeii lies, While high above the dark Volcano glooms.s Oh I that some Scipio from his ...