Tell the warm love, that in thy bosom grew,
E'en when the world, and all its hopes, withdrew.
I feel thy feverish hand still press'd on mine,
I see thy glistening eyes expressive sigh-
Catch the low voice that wishes, but in vain,
To tell how gratitude can conquer pain.
That time I oft remember-('twas the last,
That e'er upon your face these eyes I cast)—
While yet the merry bells, with mingling sound,
Jocund proclaim'd returning Peace around,
I breath'd a wish, that thou too hadst the power
To share with millions in that festive hour-
Then didst thou feel thy lingering pains beguil❜d,
And rais'd once more your languid head, and smil'd,
Heard the loud shouts of bliss without alloy,
And join'd, exulting, in the general joy-
Your noble thoughts, in fond affection kind,
You turn'd upon the world you left behind-
With heartfelt pleasure saw war's ravage cease,
And bless'd your God that you had liv'd till peace-
That life's faint lamp prolong'd its glimmering ray,
Till the bright dawn of that auspicious day,

When gladness sparkled from ten thousand eyes,
And calm'd the mother's fears, and stopt the widow's

cries.

VERITAS.

THE PARTRIDGE.

HE partridge, at the peep of early dawn,

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Out of the covert of the bow'ring hedge, Where, 'mid the moss, and hazle leaves she slept,→→→ With watchful eye, and list'ning ear, invites

Her offspring to pursue her wary steps,
As o'er the stubbled field she takes her way
To pick a breakfast from the scatter'd grain:
And, if the sound of either man or dog
Be nigh, with silent speed extends her wings,
To shelter them from evils that approach.
If silence fail to shield them from the foe,
With flutt'ring wings she upwards boldly springs,
Warns them to hide from the surrounding harm,

Beside the ridges of the furrow'd ground.
Indulgence mild! Sweetly maternal care!
So does the parent treat her infant child;
Guards when he sleeps, instructs him when he wakes;
Cautions his feet 'gainst ev'ry latent snare;
And for her love expects obedience meet.

Near Sittingbourn.

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LOVE AND TIME.

BY THE LATE MRS. ROBINSON.
OVE was a little blooming boy,
Fond, innocent, and true;
His ev'ry smile was fraught with joy,
And ev'ry joy was new.

Till stealing from his mother's side,!
The urchin lost his way,

And wand'ring far o'er desarts wide,
Thus weeping pour'd his lay :-
O Time! I'll dress thy locks of snow
With wreaths of flagrant flowers,
And all that rapture can bestow,
Shall deck thy fleeting hours.

But for one day, one little day,
Thy wings in pity spare,

That I may homeward bend my way,
For all my wreaths are there.

Time, cheated by his tears and sighs,
The wily God confest,

When soaring to his native skies.

He sought his mother's breast.

Short was his bliss, the treach'rous boy,
Was hurl'd from clime to clime,

And found amidst his proudest joy,

He'd still the wings of Time.

G.

Literary Review.

Works of the late Dr. Benjamin Franklin, consisting of his Life, written by Himself; together with Essays, Humourous, Moral, and Literary, chiefly in the manner of the Spectator. In two Volumes. Jones.-Hatchard.

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NEW men have attained to greater celebrity, either as a statesman or as a philosopher, than the American sage, Dr. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. He was truly eminent, both for the talents he displayed, and for the virtues he all along exhibited. The old and new world have paid due homage to his memory.

His Life and Essays form the contents of the two volumes, which are printed with great neatness and accuracy. The portrait prefixed is a most admirable one-there we perceive that strong and manly sense by which the productions of FRANKLIN are characterised. Indeed, it is the most elegant edition we have seen, and will, we doubt not, obtain an extensive circulation.

The piece on White-Washing, now added for the first time to his works, has every internal mark of authenticity. There is a fine spirit of humour running through it-it is indeed a satire on the practice of White-Washing, prevalent amongst the Americans-when the lady of the house assumes the sole empire of domestic affairs-the lord and

master is put to flight, and all things are turned topsy turvy, in order to accomplish this annual purification!-There is also a letter, by way of answer, from a lady, but really written by the same hand-and replete with humour. They are both in Franklin's best manner-with the eccentricities of the picture here pourtrayed, we were indeed much amused. Such scenes constitute the light and shade of domestic harmony.

Arithmetical Questions, on a new Plan, designed as a Supplement to the Author's engraved Introduction to Arithmetic, and intended to answer the double purpose of Arithmetical Instruction and Miscellaneous Information; to which are subjoined Observations on Weights and Measures, with a complete Collection of Arithmetical Tables. Also a copious Index of Persons, Places, and Things, occasionally treated of or mentioned in the Work, for the use of Young Ladies. By William Butler, Teacher of Writing, Accounts, and Geography, in Ladies' Schools and in Private Families. The third Edition enlarged. Mawman.

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HE great utility of Arithmetical Exercises, and the dryness which attends their progress, are truths which cannot be disputed. Mr. Butler, however, has attempted in the present work, to render the science of numbers agreeable even to youthful minds. The information which the author pours forth on every question is highly gratifying to the curiosity-and converts the uninteresting detail of pounds, shillings, and pence, into a most delightful source of entertainment. This volume, therefore, cannot fail of proving a very acceptable present to the rising generation.

We, indeed, know of no book equally adapted to lead on the pupil with success in this species of

intellectual improvement. Mr. B. seems to have ransacked every quarter for information—and his pages may be said to teem with variety. This indirect mode of communicating knowledge is sure of finding access to the mind-and has with writers of education been always a subject of commendation. We wish the ingenious and active author of the present work every possible success. May the pains he has taken in this, as well as his other productions, meet with an ample remuneration.

History of the Rebellion in Ireland in the Year 1798; with an Appendix to illustrate some facts. By the Rev. James Gordon, twenty-five Years an Inhabitant of the County of Wexford. Hurst. 8s.

Tsubject for the historian

HE late rebellion in Ireland forms a melancholy few insurrections have been more stained with blood. Such tumults are deplored by all the friends of peace and humanity.

In the work before us, we believe the author has discharged his office with fidelity. He enters with a spirited brevity into the causes, progress, and consequences of the rebellion-states with freedom his remarks on the principal events, and concludes with many excellent reflections. The cruelties of the lower classes of the Catholics engaged in the insurrection are almost incredible. We turn with horror from the scene! Let us bless heaven that our island has not, in our days, become the theatre of CIVIL COMMOTION. It is the greatest curse which can befall a community.