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mother that some little feeling of resentment was still rankling in 

 his mind. 



Poetry for my Old Friends, 



ONE of my favorite associates has furnished me the following 

 article for my Miscellany. It is excellent poetry. So my young 

 friends will say ; yet they may not be able to enter into the spirit 

 of it so much as they will who have been away from home, and who 

 have meditated on the pleasures of " Auld Lang Syne." Show it 

 to father and mother. Read it to grandmother, but tell her not to 

 cry. Read it to grandfather, and, my word for it, he will repay you 

 by some interesting tale of by-gone days. 



The Child and the Musical Box. 



BY ONEIDA SEATON. 



LISTENING to music, thou fair child 



How glad thy face appears, 

 How full of light those clear blue eyes, 



Unfaded yet by tears ! 

 As warbles in those fairy tones 



The strains of " Home, Sweet Home," 

 What pleasant phantoms to the mind 



Of blissful childhood come ! 



Now, thou art sitting by the fire, 



Upon thy mother's knee ; 

 Now, through the summer woods and fields 



Thy brother plays with thee. 

 No bitter recollection comes 



To wring thy heart with pain ; 

 No thought of dear companions gone, 



Ne'er to return again. 



But, lo ! while yet my thoughts are borne 



Back, by that well-known air, 

 And half-forgotten face and form 



Their first distinctness wear, 

 And voices that have thrilled me claim 



The power they had of yore, 

 The cunning instrument has changed 



The air it plays once more. 



