And think I had no master save his own.- Have wished me there;-the thought that mine was free SONNET. The honey-bee that wanders all day long But from all rank and noisome weeds he sips Seek only to draw forth the hidden sweet And, like the bee, if home the spoil we bear, SEEING AND NOT SEEING.-Trans. by C. T. BROOKS. And when the two came home again, The one with yawning made reply: "What have we seen?-Not much have I! Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams, The other, smiling, said the same; But with face transfigured and eye of flame: "Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams! Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams!" NUMBER ONE. TIME NOT TO BE RECALLED. Mark that swift arrow, how it cuts the air,- If thou canst call it back, or stay it there. Fool! 'tis thy life, and the fond archer thou. REASONS FOR HUMILITY.-BEATTIE. One part, one little part, we dimly scan, DIFFERENT TASTES. A Boston publisher has issued an illustrated edition of the beautiful poen ie the beginning of this book, entitled, "Oh, why should the spirit of nicetal be proud?" and also a companion volume, of the hymn, "Nearer, my God, to Thee." A lady, on a Christmas day, sent to her friend a copy of the first-named book, and, on New Year's day, received from her friend a copy of the last-named, with the following explanatory lines: "Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" It shouldn't if always kept under a cloud Like that which hangs over and in and around That I've carefully placed in a cold, clammy nook, And, with faith, hope, and charity, drawn nearer heaven,— THE DYING GLADIATOR.-LORD BYRON. I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand,-his manly brow And his drooped head sinks gradually low,- Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him-he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not: his eyes All this rushed with his blood.-Shall he expire, A LECTURE ON PATENT MEDICINES.-DR. PUFF STUFF Ladies and Gentlemen :-My name is Puff Stuff, the physician 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-be matched 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 Pack wood's razor strops. I'm also very celebrated in the cure of eyes; the late Emperor of China had the misfortune to lose his eyes by a cataract. 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 gentlemen, 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 several letters.) "Sir, I was jammed to a jelly in a linseed-oil 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. 66 "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 count guineas, make out bills for acceptance, and recount the wonderful effects of your grand-elliptical-asiatical panticurial-nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to humanity." KNEEL AT NO HUMAN SHRINE.-A. F. KENT. "Must then that peerless form, Which love and admiration cannot view, As breathing marble, perish?” Kneel not, oh! friend of mine, before a shrine, SHELLEY. Have thou no idol; lest those hopes of thine, Prove but false lights upon a treacherous sea Know'st thou that rose that blooms beside thy door, Know also that the loved and tried for years, Maiden! upon whose fair unclouded brow, Unmingled with a thought of future care,- Oh! let me teach thee, as a sister may, That bridal flowers have decked the silent bier, Mother! who gazeth with a mother's joy, Who stands in childish beauty by thy side, I warn thee! build no castles in the air, That bud just bursting to a perfect flower, Father! whose days though in "the yellow leaf," Burn thou no incense here! hast thou not seen elieve me, all who breathe the vital breath |