... THE FLOAWER SHOW. The Denbigh Annual Flower Show was held at the Royal Bowling Green, on Friday, the:llth inst. Unfortunately, very little vigour has been exercised ;of late years on behalf of the Denbigh Flower Shows, and it is generally complained that they are held rather too' late in the season to possess any. peculiar. or interesting features. The soil of the Vale of Clwyd is naturally ...

... . I I ? Rtt . - T ?? VI.; ? ON TMEDEPARTTOi O~ Setsmedelaylkuylearre Oh, why dos't thou leave us so soon Iis C( Deprive us uept yet o1f the beauties, hv l'&ieh thou hatso lavishly strewn.ha We thank thee for ?? thou host brought us, goqj The fruits in our orchards so gay: The bright golden corn In our meadows, The flowers, and the sweet smelling hay'. ?? ,We ,waited and.wateb~ed fo; thy coming ...

... LLANLLEORID. CoNcEnT.-A miscellaneous concert was given by b Bethel choir in Carmel' chapel, on Saturday evening last. t, The singers came a distance of nine miles, through a ti regular storm, tokeep their appointment. Owing to the unpropitious, state of the weather the attendance was small. We understand that several of the pieces B were very creditably sung. One young woman in par- tl ...

... -? ?eIltfqm, * TWILIGHT MUSINGS. I gaz'd upon the lingering light of day's decline and glorious even, When mountain. la' c, and wood, were bright With all the golden Ines of heaven- It seem'd as if to ea&th were given, The radiant mantle of the sky's I And sin, and care, and sorrow driven lrorth from its new formed paradise. The evening shadows spread aloft, And might commenced her peaseful ...

... site - (gstraeto. - - _ a FATAL SAcaIsIoH.-Apropos of cutting ?? the poetry, so much dreaded by poetic dramatists, I may tell a story of an author, now deceased. 'He was a regu-. lar writer for the theatrest but had not yet ventured on sach high flights as tragedy. One day he said to his manager, I'm going to say something-I know you'll' laugh, but I don't care. Well, I've written a ...

... ?? , ot, R I )#t THE FIRST OF MAY. tit sia 'Tie the firnt of l'ay, and the birds are singing6, ch And the beautiful flowera in the fields are springing, And the village girls are their garlands bringing ' T On the first of May. at And the crows are building their nests on high, tig And the Youisfu i fi, cit! ih f My t .4 ,. ?? . l 'T~tt 3 tito M But fine qay days will not always last, of And ...

... ITERARY FESTIVAL. I . I Bing .The above festival, which has-been the subject of so 'the much personal recrimination in our columns, was held (illy on the 21st instant, at the Market, Hall, in this city. nui-. We need not remind the readers of this, journal thA~ ar -we entirely disapproves of this movement, which -was naY. professedly set on foot -to promote Welsh literature and' the music, but ...

... I-I Ik . -. , ?- - ?? .:JOBBEs Dn,,-nib~in, 4oufW llied'te ?? .allous and ar;resOthan' qieu gte more. .Jy of the Yo elt Un aabo y, 'as Lord Ys-ws8going ver ?? mRegefi: Stbreet the sweener' whom he had at first disregarded4 t fi~~~ha~ilif -iauq l iwz \ and said, ¢' Corne,.my lord, you'll give me a-trifle for old acquaintance' sake. Yoa, indeed! Why, where can I have ever seen: you before I ...

... *'Woul, .BEN VARDD. Ebeo'yardd LVanaybi'i ?? urddvjy& IYn farhdawr diledryw: Mardd ciriyddwyd urdd uweb heddyw, Paun enngl eedd-pingo angel yw. Bu'n ei Oei Ebanezer-yu nodedfwr Ddyn iaddfwyn ei dymmr.: , Byw dan Dawdd i nsbod Ner, Oadd-fendith i'w addfwynder. O'i fonheddig fy'lji haediol, Pur wych yw iaith parch o'i 61 - A'i arddoniad urddubol-oedd eirig Goronig gyvreinilol * bylarir y ...

... gmetv -. P. THEI HEART'S DREA M. Vnc Sung by Mlss Stabbach the words by T. P. Douglas, the music Par by Henry Smart. I-I O5TC I linger on the well-known spot, ha8 i . . And watch with tearful gaze, circal The tranquil scene so deer to ore ha' be I. n bygone happy days. ha tl : hear the marmur of the brook, and tl I see the wild flowers bloom: of int And the distant hills where darkly wave is ...

... 7 i THE C R -TIO- Beech Is our hope. and such the end h Ot all the hopes ove cherish. C Down to the grave our footsteps tend, tl Our dearest joys tbere perish. 1 All the beauties of creation, Birds and field and fragrant flower. Fade and perish, -- desolation d, Spreada o'er all its wasting power. s Even the master-piece of nature- e1 Man's erect and graceful form- tl Shares the fate of every ...

... ? L. Todfg. ? II ? ?? The fait 8prlng morn! shosebright and clear, AU cloudless was the sky; The lark's sweet song thrilled In mine ear, The breeze swept softly by. I came to greet, with farewell gaze, f The old familiar spot, f And fondl traced, on Mem'ry's page, it ne'er shall be forgot. The birids were singing merrIly, th Andsll around seem'd glad, . And mid' the joy of that bright day By ...