... vwfr?. A SOMG iOu 41I8T)IA. i,-D i.-,, O. CoDM, decorate *iAi holly, Hang.up the misletoe, Aad let us all be 3ol1y; Bright let the yule-log glow. iosi is tho time for me tiun. Old frieuds aptd children tscar, Let rich onies otffr greeting To orphans, fWidows drear. Let none be sad and pining, Or shivering with cold, - The Christmas sun is shining On mortals young and old. Do good whiie in tihT ...

... 94614-f Wit The Epigrams of Martial. Translated into English Prose. Bohn's Ctassical Library.-H. G. Bohn, 'London. MAROTIAL is celebrated among scholars for the witand purity of style of those uumorous books of shortpeoius whieh havegiven him a lastiu~r name in literature, but these produetions, while throwving a good of light on the manners, morals, and modes of thoaght of a mostdebased ...

... 4Joftr - THE TEACIILNG OF DEATH. I SAWI my darlhg in cahn slumber lyini- His sti u, pale faCe so beautiful il death * So like sweet sleep, that, Iluiued from tears and sighing, I looked and listeied for hifs gentle breath. His little hands, so white lid thlin, were folded, ClasPing tit purest flowers that love could bring Never was marble hil such beauty mnoulded- God anud Death only make so ...

... . 1 ' ' . . I I SNOW, LAST nl'ht the. snov wias fllin, -: - tfelM ughout theniught, - .-woke thls ntoruing, mother,, And:saw the ground Wyas white. * White werethe pneeefnlumeadows. . And white the tall, dar k pines; And wybite was yonder mountain, On which the sun first shines. * And in our own dear valley The snowwas l ,'ing deep Arnd in the quiet churchyard Where my little sisters sleep. ...

... Ia, xlfql[afqt. 4 Sett The Cornhsill Mlagazine. No. 7.-Snmith, Elder, & Co., 65, seet Cornhill, London. afte Tinu excellent geueralship with which Mr. Thackeray rallies A his forces, enables the Cornhill publishers to be ready betimes nonr with their large impression, and the July number-the first of win, den] the second volume-is already in our Iands. A great feature of wseh thecontents is ...

... llatir.,I FElALE INFLUENCE, By C. rATMORE. WIUENEVER I come where women are, How sad sce'er I was before, Thawed like a ship frost-bound and far Withheld in cee from ocean's roar, Third-winterld in that dreadful dook, With stiffened cordage, sails decayed, And crew that care for cairn and shock Alike, too dull to be dismayed; Yet if I come where women are, How sad soeeer I was before, Then is ...

... .1 ? Vofirg. SPRING. I LOVE to walk abroad in spring, And hear the birds so sweetly sing; I love to view returning green Throughout the checring landscape seen. I love to see the primrose bloom, To osmell the violet's rich perfume; I love the Bwellig g bud to see Just bursting forth, in plant and tree. I love to sec the days grow long, To feel the sun's rays warm and strong; I love to hear the ...

... I GRAND CONCERT AT THE viCTORIA-ROOMS. A miscDllaneous concert, under the auspices of Mr. Harrison, of Clifton, wasgiven at the Victoria-Roomis, on Monday evening, and it was gr4titVlg to fnd that, notwithlsanding the uniro- itious state of theweather, the large room was well-nigh filed n audience Which comprised the lead musical families oftthe neighbourhOid. The performers were mdie. ...

... .152 V .. TV . (Frorn the Gloucestershire Ch/ronicle.) In a few days, a volunteer review will take place in this P ciy h getmltary station of the Ronians,; thle battle- P f o h E ld was divided between the Saxons aned tnwihe D nes th otress which turned the success of Charles I. into misfortune; in all ages a great historical site,r and in our own days a commercial centre which would be r one ...

... I :: - .WEL~oME~t API'L .WELC3OME BwV caprice of Emiles and te;_ars! k~Oilt Wqrung, with the flokle liaghing eyes,' ~reomtbl'stw;Lxnthoty and follcshappyfears, Now a.ugning loud, now shivering through wvithg sigbs.' Pleasant art thou, young sister of the Spring,, Light daueing o'er. the golden fronded mos's; To thy fresh note'sthe merry echoes rl oose While larehes shake their emerald ...

... ? fatfrg. THEMETU irf..-nr G. p. Pnsso,. Well hut tiatt hleld, O gallant ship andtrue, Thy prosperous course, from shores of farthest Ind, With sLeady sails through leagues of waters blue, Still wafted onwards by the western wind. How straugely, lEnland do thy white clils gleam; Strauge looD sthy Sreadihs of pastures. jlehis of grain. ia sultry orient noon, some pleasant dreads Would bring ...

... fpoffrtr. LONELY. SITTING lonely, ever lonely Waiting, wNaitlug for ne ol Thus I count tile wettry Illoellts ssing by And the heavy evening loom Gathers slowfy in the room And the ehill November darkness dims the sky Now the countless blesy feet Cross each other in the street, And I watch tile fasecs flittilg plistsany door; Blut the step that lingered nightly, And the hand that rapp'd so ...