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said the full moon, but lie (Mr. D.) was prepared to show that the 

 moon is the moon, whether full or not (hear, hear). The subject 

 of his motion would be this : " Some persons have more means than 

 ways, and some have more ways than means, and it is highly desirable, 

 that there should be an equitable adjustment" (oh ! oh ! from various 

 parts of the house). The honourable member gave notice for 

 next Thursday se'nnight Adjourned. 



THE GHOST OF SWIFT. 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



" How oft would Sorrow weep 

 Her weariness to death, if he might come like sleep !" 



THERE is a sorrow girt with care 

 That knows no interval from pain ; 

 Whose wasting pangs, rein'd in by fear, 

 In ghastly forms torment the brain. 



Hours often pass, when childhoods days 

 Their soothing power no longer give ; 

 When the heart, robbed of its brightest rays, 

 Would sooner die than joyless live. 



Yet there are times calm intervals at even 

 When hope's Aurora glistens from afar, 

 Like fairy cloud, or butterfly in heaven 

 Or transient blaze of meteor-star. 



Too beautiful to last, it hurries on 

 Ere we can its radiance wear ; 

 And with it flies the spring- dream throne 

 In youth we priz'd so dear. 



Does radiant hope thus ever lead 

 The heart to phantom bliss, 

 And with fresh disappointments bleed 

 The wounds of bitterness ? 



Ah, no ! Hope frowns not in the sky 

 'Yond this our mortal sphere ; 

 Where death hath lost her agony, 

 And heavenly things appear. 



Such earthly sorrows may be meant 

 To win our hearts on high ; 

 Blessings, perchance, in mercy sent, 

 Our constancy to try. 



E. W. G, 



