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MISCELLANEA. 
“ To find the road, in vain my care ; 
I've lost, alas ! an hour or more ; 
My weary limbs will fail me ere 
I reach, 1 fear, my cottage door. 
“ The drifting snow comes down apace— 
I feel it chilling ev’ry part; 
I feel it lightly on my face,— 
But, ah ! how heavy at my heart! 
In vain my wife, my children sigh; 
No well-known footstep treads the palh; 
And many an anxious heart and eye 
Are trembling round my cottage hearth. 
“ But, hark ! w'hat footstep do I hear,— 
Or is my wandering sense deceiv'd ? 
No, hark ! again it comes more near : 
By what kind friend am I reliev’d ? 
“ Ah ! good old servant, is it thou ? 
M elcome thy warm and friendly breath. 
To pay thy master’s kindness now. 
And raise him from the bed of death. 
“ What! dost thou know me, cold and weak ? 
Thus bending to my panting side: 
With grateful joy thou seem’st to speak, 
And say. Up, my poor master, mount and ride. 
“ And didst thou range the heath for me. 
Not home at my accustom’d hour? 
Thanks, gracious God ! for here I see 
Alike thy goodness and thy power. 
“ First on my knees in humble praise 
To heaven awhile I lowly bend. 
While hands and heart I upwards raise— 
And now for home, my faithful friend!” 
(Annual.) 
The Resurrection of a Horse. 
The following circumstance appears so incredible, that, had we 
not received the account from a gentleman on whose veracity we 
confidently rely, we should not have introduced it to the notice 
of our readers :—Broiigkj (Westmorland) Jan. 30, 1833.—Mr. 
Rudd, of this place, carrier to Stockton, had a favourite blind 
horse, sixteen years of age, which regularly travelled, from his 
early age to the present time, in cart or waggon. A few weeks 
ago, from over-heating, cold, &c., this horse was taken seriously 
ill, with loss of appetite, swellings of the legs, nostrils, and 
almost every part of his body. Every possible care, by medi¬ 
cine, nutritious food, &c., was had recourse to, with warm stable. 
