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THE PORTRAIT. 



15b tfte ^uti^or ot tf^t ** panorama of Corpag. " 



Is she not beautiful ? — ^That dark, black eye 

 Beams o'er the memory, as the bright sun. 

 In evening's hour when his great work is done. 



Spreads his rich brilliance o'er the glowing sky. 



And ever and anon, methinks, a sigh — 

 That secret herald of a Woman's heart. 

 That tone and token that we ne'er should part — 



Steals from those lips and bids me, from on high, 



To tune the lyre to Hope's sweet minstrelsy. 



Is she not beautiful ? O ! could that voice 

 That once was full of love, now breathe its spell 

 Of witching melody — I should foretell 

 A life of future bliss — I should rejoice 

 To listen to those accents, — and her voice 

 Would speak in soft affection's kindest lays, 

 And cheer the soul as in those by-gone days 

 Of past bright happiness that time hath slain — 

 Those happy, happy days I ne'er can see again. 



Then, say. Is she not beautiful? Although 

 She breathe not, — though those eyes be dim — 

 Though death hath lulled that voice that told of him 

 She loved — and those dark ringlets cease to flow. — 

 Yet, we forbear ! — we chant not for the brave 

 An empty requiem : — for her who sleeps 

 Beside yon aged pile, the minstrel weeps. 

 But let us hush the lay that cannot save, 

 And drop the parting tear upon a Mother's grave I 



May 31, 1833. 



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SUGAR, &c. FROM LINEN RAGS. 



In page 152 of the South Devon Monthly Museum 

 is a query respecting the mode pursued in order to 

 convert linen rags into sugar, &c. The manner in 

 which it is effected is this : — 



