VOLUME III....NUMBER 34.

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The following beautiful lines upon Autumn. ar. froD Love-" poem by the author of "The cornlaw.p inc, published in London

 Dost thou mourn with me

 The years autumnal spring7 Sigh's thou this second wreath to see, Of woodbines blossoming2 So late, so pale, with scentless breath, Like lingering Hope, that smiles in death, And cen when life is OCT, Leaves on Misfortunes ice-cold face The sweetness of it's last embrace, To fade, and be no morei Lo, Junc's divosted primrose sports A silken coif again; And, like late-smiling sickness, courts The coy morn-bot in vain Lo half the elm's rich robe is gone The ash, living skeleton,

 Deplores his yellow hair; Yet, while the beech-leaf ,rustles red, And while the maple bows her head In mourn(ul hon0rs fair-A- Methinks the armed gorse appears More golden than when May Left April dying in her tears

 Beneath the ptpay spray; And, for her lover's triumph won, Danced with her blue-bell anklets on. And bless'd his burning eye. Come, Laura, come and here the thrush, Ger autumn's gorse, from budding bush, psheath f1e Iresu green leaf That mocks the aged year, Thy bard, who loves the joy of grief Shall weave chaplet here; Not pluckd from summers whered bowers, Not iorn'd of autumn's hopeless flowers Yet sad and wan us they; Here, still some flowers of Eden bIow; But deadly pale and stained with wo

 Like guilt they shun the day While Folly treads beneath his feet

 The daisy of the vale; Loves rose though sick at heart, is sweet Joys leaf is fair, though pale And worth admires, resigned and meek The tear-drop on the volet's cheek,

 And hope shall death survive.