POETRY.

THE CHILDREN.s DALI.
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. HE SAAAA1DHek<tN'0 0 DAA4AAe Brilliant and gay was the lighted ha 'Twas the night of an infant festival. There were sylpt-like forms tn the mazy dance, And there were the uttered step and glance, And the gay attire, and the hopes and fears That might well bespeak maiurer years. The sight might tO common eyes seem glad, But own that tt made my spirits sad. saw not in all that festive scene, The elondiess brow, and the careless men; But Vanity sought the strangers gaze, And Envy shrunk from anoiheE's praise, And Pride repelied with dsdaR(u eye, The once-lOved playmate of days gone by. Alas! that feeling so far from mild, Should find place in the breast of little child! And how, thought I, at the morrow's rise, Will these fair young sleepers ope their eyes, Will thelr smiles the freshness of morning speak, And the roses of health suffuse their cheek No--avith wearied mind and look, They will turn from the pencil, the globe, and book A longing and feS erish glance to cast On the joys and pains of the evening past. Parents! lis all too soon to press

 The gitteriDg letters of worldliness

 On those tender years, to which belong The merry sport, and the bird-like song; What fruit can the trees of autumn bring, If the fragile blossoms be -nipt in sprng44 Such stores wilt the summer of life impart, lfye spoil not the bloom of the infant heart!