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world, the glow became still more vivid; and 

 presently, as the blue mists rose in the valleys, 

 the tops of the higher mountains looked like 

 islands rising from a filmy ocean — an archipe- 

 lago of gold. By degrees this metallic lustre 

 was softened into tints, — first orange, and then 

 bright transparent crimson, along the horizon, 

 rising through the different hues with prismatic 

 regularity, until, immediately above us, the sky 

 was a deep pure blue, merging towards the east 

 into glowing violet. 



The snow took its color from these changes ; 

 and every portion on which the light fell was 

 soon tinged with pale carmine, of a shade similar 

 to that which snow at times assumes, from some 

 imperfectly explained cause, at high elevations — • 

 such, indeed, as I had seen, in early summer, 

 upon the Furka and Faulhorn. These beautiful 

 hues grew brighter as the twilight below in- 

 creased in depth ; and it now came marching up 

 the valley of the glaciers until it reached our 

 resting-place. Higher and higher still, it drove 

 the lovely glory of the sunlight before it, until 

 at last the vast Dome du Goute and the summit 

 itself stood out, ice-like and grim, in the cold 

 evening air, although the horizon still gleamed 

 with a belt of rosy light. — Albert Smith. 



The Dearest. 



(A Sonnet.) 



Oh! that from far-away mountains 



Over the restless waves, 



Where bubble enchanted fountains, 



Rising from jewelled caves — 



I could call a fairy bird, 



Who, whene'er thy voice was heard, 



Should come to thee, dearest ! 



He should have violet pinions, 



And a beak of silver white; 



And should bring from the sun's dominions, 



Eyes that would give thee light. 



Thou should'st see that he was born 



In a land of gold and morn — 



To be thy servant, dearest! 



Oft should he drop on thy tresses 



A pearl, or diamond stone, 



And would yield to thy light caresses, 



Blossoms in Eden grown. 



Round thy path, his wings would shower 



Now a gem and now a flower, 



And dewy odors, dearest ! 



He should fetch from his eastern island 

 The songs that the Peris sing ; 

 And when evening's clear and silent, 

 Spells to thy ear would bring — 

 And with his mysterious strain 

 Would entrance thy weary brain, 

 Love's own music, dearest ! 



No Phoenix, alas ! will hover, 

 Sent from the morning star ; 

 And thou must take of thy lover 

 A gift not brought so far; 

 Wanting bird, and gem, and song, 

 Ah! receive and treasure long 

 A heart that loves thee — dearest ! 



KIDD'S JOURNAL 



A List of Country Agents. 



Brighton ... 

 Bilston 

 Birmingham 

 Bradford ... 

 Bristol 

 Cambridge 

 Canterbury 

 Carlisle ... 



Cheltenham 



Chester 



Chesterfield 



Coventry ... 



Doncaster ... 



Dublin 



Dudley 



Durham ... 



Edinburgh 



Glasgow ... 



Huddersfleld 



Hull 



Lancaster ... 

 Liverpool ... 

 Leeds 



Manchester 



Plymouth ... 

 Preston 

 Rochdale ... 

 Shcerness ... 

 South Shields 

 Stafford ... 

 Sunderland 

 Sheffield ... 

 Taunton ... 

 Totnes 

 Wakefield... 

 Wolverhampton 

 Warrington 

 Wigan 



Gibb. 



Fereday. 



Guest; Watts. 



Cooke. 



Mrs. Bingham. 



Smith. 



Davey. 



Arthur. 



(Shenton. 

 Andrews. 

 Bettam. 

 Smith & Co. 

 Barnes. 

 Marts. 

 Brooke. 



Nolan, 32, Bachelor's-walk. 

 Hutchings. 

 Procter. 

 Robinson. 

 Love. 



Thompson. 

 English. 

 M'Arthur. 

 Nixon. 

 Deighton. 

 D. Green ; Fisher, 

 /A. Hey wood; Lewis. 

 (A. J. Heywood ; Dixon. 

 Tutton. 

 Harkness. 

 Mills. 

 Cole. 

 Hewison. 

 Dawson. 

 Yallowley. 

 Whitaker. 

 Pile. 



Hannaford. 

 Lamb and Heald. 

 Hinde. 

 Rowe. 

 Strickland. 



TO COUNTRY BOOKSELLERS. 



The difficulties of establishing a New Periodical are so 

 very great, without the active co-operaticn of the Book- 

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 the Proprietor specially craves their kind assistance in 

 bringing forward " Kidd's Journal." 



This little Publication addresses itself, from the peculi- 

 arity and interest of its Contents, to every Respectable 

 Family in the Kingdom; also to the Heads of schools, 

 and to Public Establishments generally. 



A Single Number, or at all events, a Single Part of 

 the " Journal," would enable a Bookseller to form a very 

 correct judgment as to its eligibility for an extensive 

 Sale ; if once fairly brought before the Public. 



P.S. All " Orders" are to be addressed to Mr. George 

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 be happy to supply applicants on advantageous terms. 



*** Any party ordering two dozen of the current week's 

 No., may have his name inserted in this List. 



To the Readers of " Kidd's Journal." 



I CANNOT CHARGE MY MEMORY WITH IT, — 



but, gentle reader, did you ever know a young 

 lady who was too weak to stand up during 

 prayer-time at church, who could not dance the 

 whole night through, without being at all tired? 



Q. 



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