ON WAR.

O, COULD some spirit from the fields of day,
To this fair planet wing his vent'rous way;
Inhale the freshness of the vernal breeze,
And mark the sun reflected in the seas!
View where, abundant, on a thousand shores
The waving harvests yield their golden stores,
Gay beauty smiling in the sweets of morn,
The op'ning violet, and the flow'ring thorn ;
The expanding fields of ev'ry varied hue,
And the clear concave of unclouded blue!

Then let him stand, where hostile armies join, By the red waters of the rushing Rhine; Amid thick darkness hear the trumpets blow, And the last shriek of nature quiver low ; Mark the full tide of desolation spread, And count at eve the dying and the dead!

How would he pause, how seek, in vain, to find Some trace in man, of an immortal mind!

Man who can glory in a scene like this,

Yet look to brighter worlds for endless bliss.

Miss Bannermann.

VERSES

SENT BY A POET TO A GREAT MAN.

GREAT Sir, as on cach levee day
I still attend you—still you say
I'm busy now, to-morrow come;
To-morrow, Sir, you're not at home,
So says your porter, and dare I
Give such a man as him the lie?
In imitation, Sir, of you,
I keep a mighty levee too;
Where my attendants, to their sorrow,
Are bid to come again to-morrow.
To-morrow they return, no doubt,
And then like you, Sir, I'm gone out.
So says my maid ;-but they, less civil,
Give maid and master to the devil;

And then with menaces depart,

Which could you hear would pierce your heart.

Good Sir, or make my levee fly me,

Or send your porter to deny me.

Weekly Amusement.

ON EARLY RISING.

How foolish they who lengthen night,
And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies,
And mark with curious eye the sun-
Prepare his radiant course to run!
Its fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprightly lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume,
And feast the eyes with nature's bloom!
Along the dewy lawn to rove,

And hear the music of the grove!

Nor you, ye delicate and fair,
Neglect to taste the morning air:
This will your nerves with vigour brace,
Improve and heighten ev'ry grace;
Add to your breath a rich perfume,
And to your cheeks a fairer bloom!
With lustre teach your eyes to glow,
And health and cheerfulness bestow.

Anonymous.

ON A WATCH.

LITTLE monitor, by thee

Let me learn what I should be.
Learn the round of life to fill,
Useful and progressive still;
Thou canst gentle hints impart
How to regulate the heart.
When I wind thee up at night,
Mark each fault and set thee right,
Let me search my bosom too,
And my daily thoughts review;
Mark the movements of my mind,
Nor be easy when I find
Latent errors rise to view,

Till all be regular and true.

END OF VOL. 1.