... 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 ...

... 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- ...