POETRY. Yet shuns the ruddy eye of morning, Though hid from the broad gaze of day, The flaunting sun, the embroider'd green, ON FALSEHOOD. TEACH, O LORD, a helpless youth, O conduct me in the way; Made a lie, to save his gold; 179 W. STONES. EPITAPH ON A YOUNG WOMAN, In others' griefs a tender part she bore, REFLECTIONS IN THE MONTH OF MAY. SOFT are the fruitful showers that bring Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, But softer in the mourner's ear But fairer far the pious breast, All earthly charms, however dear, The nobler beauties of the just Shall never moulder in the dust, Nor know a sad decay; Their honours, time and death defy, Shines everlasting day. Printed by T. CORDEUX, 14, City-Road, London. AN ACCOUNT OF ALNWICK CASTLE: Communicated by the REV. J. B. HOLROYD. ON seeing an ancient pile of building, which has outlived the vicissitudes of many ages, with all the revolutions and changes that have shaken the foundations of neighbouring kingdoms and states, we naturally desire to know something of its history. Such an interesting object is that noble and majestic structure, Alnwick Castle, the seat of his Grace the Duke of Nor thumberland. A castle on this site, which rises gradually with a fine elevation from the south side of the river Aln, is supposed to have been built in the time of the Romans; but no part of the original structure is How remaining. A few years ago, when the castle-keep, or dungeon, was taken down to be repaired, under the present walls were discovered the foundations of other buildings; and some of the stones appeared to VOL. VI. R |