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TIME NOT TO BE RECALLED.
MARK that swift arrow, how it cuts the air,
Ilow it out-runs the following eye!
Use all persuasions now, and try
That way it went, but thou shalt find
Ne track is left behind.
Of all the time thou'st shot awny
I'll bid thee fetch but yesterday,
Besides repentance, what canst find
REASONS FOR HUMILITY.-Bealtie.
ONE part, one little part, we dimly scan,
I SEE before
THE DYING GLADIATOR.–Lord Byron.
me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand,---his manly brow
Conseils to death, but conquers agony,
A LECTURE ON PATENT MEDICINES.-By Di. Puff Stuff.
LADIES and Gentlemen :- My name is Puff Stuff, the phy. sician to that great and mighty Han Kann, Emperor of all the Chinas; I was converted to Christianity during the embassy of the late Lord Macartney, and left that there country, and came to this here, which may be reckoned the greatest blessing that ever happened to Europe, for I've brought with me the following unparalleled, inestimable, and never-to-bematched medicines : the first is called the great Parry Mandyron Rapskianum, from Whandy Whang Whang-one drop of which, poured into any of your gums, if you should have the misfortune to lose your teeth, will cause a new set to sprout out, like mushrooms from a hot-bed; and if any lady should happen to be troubled with that unpleasant and redundant exuberance, called a beard, it will remove it in three applications, and with greater ease than Packwood’s razor otrops.
I'm also very celebrated in the cure of eyes; the late Emperor of China had the misfortune to lose his eyes by a cata, ract. I very dexterously took out the eyes of his Majesty, and after anointing the sockets with a particular glutinous application, I placed in two eyes from the head of a living lion, which not only restored his Majesty's vision, but made him dreadful to all his enemies and beholders. I beg leave to say, that I have hyes from different hannimals, and to suit all your different faces and professions. This here bottle which I holds in my and, is called the great-elliptical-asiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, which cures all the diseases incident to
humanity. I don't like to talk of myself, ladies and gentle. men, because the man that talks of himself is a Hegotist; but this I will venture to say, that I am not only the greatest physician and philosopher of the age, but the greatest genius that ever illuminated mankind—but you know I don't like to talk of myself: you should only read one or two of my lists of cures, out of the many thousands I have by me; if you knew the benefits so many people have received from my grand-elliptical-asiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to humanity, none of you would be such fools as to be sick at all. I'll just read one or two. (Reads sereral letters.) “Sir, I was jammed to a jelly in a linseedoil mill; cured with one bottle. Sir, I was cut in half in a saw-pit; cured with one bottle.” “Sir, I was boiled to death in a soap-manufactory; cured with half a bottle.” Now comes the most wonderful of all.
“Sir, venturing too near a powder-mill at Faversham, I was, by a sudden explosion, blown into a million of atoms; by this unpleasant accident, I was rendered unfit for my business, (a banker's clerk); but, hearing of your grand-ellipticalasiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, I was persuaded to make essay thereof; the first bottle united my strayed particles; the second animated my shattered frame; the third effected a radical cure; the fourth sent me home to Lombardy street, to rount guineas, make out bills for acceptance, and recount the wonderful effects of your grand-elliptical-asiatical panticrrial-nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to huDanity.”
KNEEL AT NO IIUMAN SHRINE.-By A. F. K.
“Must then that peerless form,
That lovely outline that is fair
Know'st thou that rose that blooms beside thy door,
And fade and die?
May pass thee by.
Half hid by many a curl of clustering hair, I mark the buds of promise bursting now,
Unmingled with a thought of future care,
Expands its leaf,
That life is brief;
Of burning grief.
And all a mother's changeless love and pride, Upon the noble forehead of thy hoy,
Who stands in childish beauty by thy side,
Of manhood's day;
Is only clay,
Soon pass away.
Have golden tints from life's rich sunset thrown, Whose heart, a stranger to the pangs of grief,
Still suns itself within the loves of home,
With peaceful breeze,
For leatless trees?
And so are these.
Too many an early smitten idol lies,
The soul's horizon, never more to rise,
For thou to safely rear thy temple here,
It stands secure;
Thy steps allure;
Alone is sure.
Be this thy Spirit's anchor; that when all
Most near and dear to thee shall pass away,
A faith in God shall be thy shield and stay.
Shall seek in vain;
And life no pain,
Are thine again.
LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGHANT.-By Duferin.
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary,
Where we sat side by side
When first you were my bride;
And the lark sang loud and high;
And the love-light in your eye.
The day as bright as then;
And the corn is green again;
And your breath warm on my cheek;
You never more will speak.
And the little church stands near-
I see the spire from here.