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Till night its shades around us throws,
And weary mortals seek repose.
Well pleas'd, I'll then resume my duty,
Nor wish again to quit my station
As guardian-sylph of youth and beauty:
Meanwhile to you I leave my proud voca-
tion."

She spoke, and vanish'd from my view;
The maiden, need I add, was you.

Such was my dream; and having told,
In halting rhymes, my visitation,
I now presume (don't deem me bold)

To change to strains of gratulation:
To wish thee many happy years-

Years of increas'd and added pleasure;
A bosom free from doubts and fears;

With Fortune's gifts in boundless measure.
Content and happiness be thine,

With health, that most especial blessing;

And may the pleasure still be mine,

To see thee all these joys possessing!

Now, fare thee well! Excuse my rude endeavour

To tell in rhyme how truly I am ever

Thy friend sincere; in true affection steady; To serve thee willing, and to aid thee ready. WM. COOKE STAFFORD.

YORK, March 8, 1825.

THE COMFORTS OF HOME:
A Parody on "Sweet Home.”
By J. M. LACEY.

Howe'er we may wander, where'er we may

roam,

The world has no spot that can charm us like home:

There peace ever smiles, and there hope spreads her balm;

There friendship and love make the scene ever calm.

Home, home, &c.

Man meets in the world only anguish and care,

But he turns to his home, and finds sweet solace there;

The wife of his breast, and the children of love,

May emblem the joys of the mansions above. How oft has the seeker of pleasure been taught,

That the world's greatest joys are with misery fraught!

Disappointed he turus to his dear home again,

And soon finds his soul free from sorrow and pain.

Then "Home" be our motto, and home be the place

Where we still seek of life ev'ry comfort and grace;

Oh! ne'er may it be our sad fortune to roam, But find love and friendship united at home! Home, home, &c.

EXTRACTS from a Volume of " POEMS*, by the late Mrs. ELIZABETH COBBOLD, of Holy Wells, Ipswich," just published.

I.

SONNET TO SPRING.

Breathe, gentle gales, that o'er my hawthorn play,

And blythe, in wanton pastime, scatter round

White blossoms, fragrant on the dewy ground,

A mimic snow upon the breast of May!
I feel your balmy health-bestowing pow'r,
With ev'ry breeze successive pleasures

rise;

Bright curls the wave, clear spread the

azure skies,

And op'ning roses deck my tranquil bow'r. Still'd is the soul, wild passion hush'd to rest; The regulated pulses gently move;

And blameless friendship, peace, and hallow'd love,

Hold their bland empire in my quiet breast. Then, vernal gales, your sportive flight

pursue,

And reason's pow'rs, with nature's charms, renew!

II.

LINES ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF MRS.
K's FAVOURITE NIGHTINGALE.
When languor late, with icy chain,
Confin'd the charms of Myra's strain,
Her Nightingale, with artless pride,
A melody responsive tried,
And breath'd his song in tender tone,
Subdued and soften'd like her own:
But when Hygeïa brought the hour
That gave her voice its pristine pow'r,
When to her favourite lyre she sung,
And rapture on her accents hung,
To catch the clear expressive note,
Her darling swell'd his little throat
Like Strada's fabled bird. How vain
The task to emulate that strain!

PAGE

. 311

. 312

. 363

ib.

$65

KIALLMARK'S Highland Air
Arrangement of Bochsa's

PACK

315

--

favourite Notturno

ib.

311

CZERNY'S Variations on the Finale in
"La Fée de France"

ib.

Piercefield, near Chepstow, Monmouth-
shire, the Seat of NATHANIEL WELLS,
Esq.

Rondoletto on a Cavatina in

The Parting Gift

314

The Confessions of my Uncle. No. III.-
The Story of Susan Gray, or the Spin-

CLARKE'S Divertimento

347

ster

EAVESTAFF'S Selection of French Melodies ib.

ib.

LONDON

335

340

INTELLIGENCE,

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC 366

POETRY.

Eliza (extracted from "Lines written
for the Benefit of the Inhabitants of
the Island of Portland, who suffered
from the late Storm, Nov. 1824”). . ib.
368

343

344

345

ib

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