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The annexed sweet efusion is from the
pen of S. G. &. BrainarG; Esq. editor Of the
Connectcu, Mirror. We do not recollect a
piece, on similar subject, that, in the
same space. combines such felicity of ex-
preston with such aptness and beauty of il
lustration.


EPITHALAMIUM
saw two clouds at morning,


Tng'd with the rising sun;
And in the dawn they foated on,


And mingled into one
Thought that morning clpud was bhst,
1t mov'd SO sweetly to tht west.
saw two summer currents


Flow smoothly to theirmceting,
And join their course with silent force,


In peace each other greeting;
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies play'd between.
Such be your gentle motion.


Till life's last pulse shall beat;
Like summers beam, and summers stream,


Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sky, where storms shall cease
a purer sky, where all is peace,