... TTHE FARMER'S HARVEST SONG. The rosy morn with gleesome smile , Comes o'er the pastern bill The calm lake gleams a sheet of gold, And sparkles every rill; The crystal dow-drops, flashing bright, Hang glittering on each spray; The feathered choirs with tuneful throats Now greet the opening day. Then hurrah ! hurrah I for the farmer's life, There's none so happy as he, As he drives a-field with ...

... _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ a c S FLOWER-GARDEN - planted a aden for you, Love- A garden deep down in my heart; Wild wishes I scattered and true love, With tear-drops that bud when we part; And I never was weary of sowing Beart-whisPers, with tendrils to cling; And I sat down and longed for the blowing, And sigh'd for the kisses of Spring. She came, and oar knees bent before her, My flow'reta leapt ...

... TBE PANTOMXMDST.-SO long as the season lasts, be en- joys comparative affluence, but at its close he is again cast adrift in the world, and wanders from town to town, hoping against hope, and generally in a state of abject destitution. In process of time he may reap distinction. But the while he must be resigned to contempt, toil, and starvation, protracted neglect, and the hazard of a pau- ...

... lITERARY EXTRACTS. ON NEEIDLEWORKL-So all I've got to say sle orkfit a thing for any one to get fat on, es- vo ig shee' as sells it thro' fine shops as is all outside show, pr cep ter wn' dalthere myself, as 'ave 'ad enough of w I tsr the SWIn(Iles, but I've marked the shop, as they've th 0 'eard tbe last on it ; as '1 be sorry for the day as the h0 no btoarefusin' for to change it as wasn't ...

... 0 WITHERED LEAVES. BY CHARLES C. MACKLEY. O withered leaves that ride the gale, Ye nourish sad reflection ! Spring's golden dream in summer's hue of odorous boughs and cloudless blue I-lad scarcely sunk-and autumn too Is but a recollection ! Not ye alone are in the sere, M),y days are also waning ! The hopes that once weie vernal-green, Wax'd later of a duskier sheen, Now yellow, yellow, may ...

... BAS-ILIEFS AS SIGNS.-The stranger in London is greatly struck with some of these pictaresque specimens of the modeller's art. There is the Bull and Mouth at St. Martin's-le-Grand, on the facade of the Queen's Hotel, once the Bull and Mouth Inn. This curious relief re- presents a large mouth and upper part of the face fore- shortened, with a bull standing across it. This grotesque sign ...

... Written for the Chroneicle.) a - ?? According to a promise that I made, I feel bound to v write something about our trip. Briefly as possible, there- E fore, I will endeavour to give a rough sketch of what we t saw, and how we saw it, during our ten days from home. The out being projected long enough before it took place, the day fixed on for our departure was earnestly looked for; it came ...