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versing the streets, with hearts and faces 

 alike various? — All are swept away! — 

 another and a calmer world has succeeded ! 

 Time has stalked through the city, and 

 driven his children to their homes ! — some 

 to their last home ! The metropolis gradually 

 sinks into her slumber — the drowsy watch- 

 call, the roll of some departing coach, or 

 the laugh of returning revellers, are all that 

 now intrude on the silent city; — but for 

 these, it might be taken for a city of the 

 dead ! 



And now, methinks, amid the silence 

 around, and the dreamy influences shed down 

 from the skies, thoughts of the past and fu- 

 ture come swelling on the soul. And shall 

 this metropolis, — the pride of the universe, 

 —perish? Will all this spread of piles around 

 me be erased from the earth ? Yes ! London, 

 like the capitals of the empires of old, must 

 have her day of destruction. — She is now 

 exulting in the zenith of her fame and migh- 

 tiness ; but Devastation will hereafter career 

 through her streets ; her palaces, her towers, 

 and her domes, shall one day be mingled with 

 the dust, and scattered on the winds : the 

 queen of cities may become a desert, and 

 travellers wander among ruins, to recall her 

 ancient splendor, and meditate on her doom. 



SELECT POETRY. 



THE SWEET 0' THE YEAK. 



BY G. MEREDITH. 



Now all nature is alive, 



Bird and beetle, man and mole; 



Bee-like goes the human hive, 

 Lark-like sings the soaring soul: 



Hearty faith and honest cheer 



Welcome in the sweet o' the year. 



Now the chrysalis on the wall 



Cracks, and out the creature springs ; 



Raptures in his body small, 

 Wonders on his dusty wings, 



Bells and cups, all shining clear. 



Show him 'tis the sweet o' the year. 



Now the brown bee, wild and wise, . 



Hums abroad, and roves and roams ; 

 Storing in his wealthy thighs 



Treasure for the golden combs ; 

 Dewy buds and blossoms dear 

 Whisper 'tis the sweet o' the year. 



Now the merry maids so fair 



Weave the wreaths and choose the queen, 

 Blooming in the open air 



Like fresh flowers upon the green : 

 Spring, in every thought sincere, 

 Thrills them with the sweet o' the year. 

 Now the lads, all quick and gay, 



Whistle to the browsing herds, 

 Or in the twilight pastures grey 



Learn the use of whispered words ; 

 First a blush, and then a tear, 

 And then a smile, i' the sweet o' the year ! 



— Fraser. 



ORIGINAL POETKY. 

 THE BLESSINGS OF FRIENDSHIP. 



BY HELEN HETHEEINGTON. 



In the hours of affliction, when sorrows distress 



us. 

 When the cares of the world and its trials 



oppress us, 

 How sweet to remember we yet have a friend, 

 On whose truth and sincerity we can depend! 



Yes ; that will alleviate much of our sorrow, 

 And cast a bright gleam on the dawn of the 



morrow ; 

 E'en doubt and despair seem to fade from our 



view, 

 As we grasp the kind hand ever faithful and 



true. 



In our journey through life, how much pleasure 



depends 

 On the kindness of those we have tried and 



proved friends; 

 Hand -in -hand through the world, ever let us 



unite, 

 To help one another with joy and delight. 



And should the bright star of prosperity shine 

 On the dark path of life, be this happiness mine: 

 To soothe the afflicted, relieve the distress' d, 

 And see my kind friends ever blessing and 



bless'd ! 



LATENT HOBKORS OF INTEMPERANCE. 



It is a remarkable and solemn fact, that all the 

 diseases arising from drinking spirituous, or fer- 

 mented liquors, are liable to become hereditary 

 even to the fourth generation ; and gradually to 

 increase, if the course be continued, till the 

 family becomes extinct. With such a fact before 

 them, if people will destroy themselves, surely 

 they ought not to destroy their harmless pos- 

 terity ! Let them think on this, say we. 



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