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DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS.-to wit:

District Clerk's Office.

BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the eighteenth day of January, A. D. 1828, in the fifty third year of the Independence of the United States of America, PUTNAM & HUNT, of the said district; have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit:

"The Ladies' Magazine.

Conducted by Mrs. Sarah J. Hale."

In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, entitled "An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned:" and also to an Act entitled "An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and etching historical and other prints."

JNO. W. DAVIS,

Clerk of the District of Massachusetts.

Press of Putnam & Hunt,

3 Cornhill, (late Market St.)

LADIES' MAGAZINE.

Vol. II.

JANUARY.

THE STREAM OF TIME.

ON, on, the stream will bear thee on,
Nor anchoring ground appears-
Yon funeral cloud-what doth it shroud?
The gulph of buried years;

And thither, let storm or calm betide,

Thy bark's sure course will be ;

And there the waters of Time are lost
In the sea of Eternity!

Mark yon fair sail, fanned by the gale,
From love's soft wooing sighs;

Like a moon-lit haze, mid the blue of heaven,
O'er the dimpled stream she flies;

Ah! who but prays for the wand of power,
To bid that vision stay?

But see, down the dark, returnless wave,

She hath passed in her light away!

And now a bark comes rushing on,
With the sweep of manly pride;

Sails set, and banners streaming-far,
As dangers were defied;

Hark! he, who holds the helm, doth shout
That glory's shore is won-

But an eddying whirl the bark hath caught,
Down, down the gulph 'tis gone!

And thus earth's thronging millions pour
Their hope-built barks along;
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The timid only coast the shore;

The bold, in ardor strong,

Rush down the stream with sounding cheers,
And claim the victor's crown;

Yet alike in that gulph of buried years,
They sink together down.

And few there be, that sinking leave
One circle on the wave,

For memory's eye to invest with light,
The halo of the grave;

Down sinks their freight-gold, rank and power,
Pride, passions, worldly cares!
And not a wreck of all the pomp,

Time's stream on its bosom bears.

Yet bubbles, rainbow tinted, rise
When Genius yields his breath;

And upborne on the foam, will float awhile
The hero's crimson wreath;

But earth's gift, that ne'er sinks, is the glorious leaf,
Gathered from Liberty's tree,

And charmed with the patriot's holy name,

By the blessings of the free!

But few that glorious gift may win

Yet heaven's immortal crown,

Its pure effulgence borroweth not

From the lustre of earth's renown

And if Bethlehem's Star our course but guide,
While down Time's stream we're driven,
Oh! the gulph of buried years, will wear
The light of our crown in heaven!

CORNELIA.

THE BEGINNING.

"We beg your hearing patiently."

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