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AN EPISODE OF THE FRONDE. BY MADAME LEON DU PARCQ

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AYESHA, OF HERNEBEI. BY W. G. J. BARKER, ESQ.

REMINISCENCES OF NORTH WALES. BY FREDERICK ENOCH

MORNING. BY GEORGE J. O. ALLMAN

HENRI DE MELCI; OR, THE CITIZEN CONNOISSEUR

A REMEMBRANCE. BY E. A. H. O....

VOICES FROM THE SEA-SIDE AND THE FIELDS. BY CALDER CAMPBELL

THE DORCAS MEETING. BY ALICE ANNE LAWSON...

HINTS TO PARENTS. BY A. M. W...

STANZAS. BY MRS. F. B. SCOTT

THE PORTRAIT. BY A. PECQUEUER......

THE OLD DOCKYARD. BY MRS. E. F. ELLET

AUTUMN WINDS. BY GRACE AGUILAR

CHARADE. BY MRS. ABDY

THE TRIALS OF AMBITION. BY M. A. Y.

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THE WIDOW'S FAREWELL TO HER ONLY CHILD.

LONDON BY MORNING, NOON, AND NIGHT.

BY FLORENCE

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BY WILLIAM HENRY FISK

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"They are penned in the right vein of poetic fervour, beneath which we trace a strong current of philanthropy, ever aiming to exalt the condition of human-kind.”—Illustrated London News.

"She has learned the secret of writing to the age by writing about the age."-Critic.

"Miss Toulmin generally sings because she has first thought; and puts the Muse forward only because the Muse has something to say. * * * For the most part her lightest essays are suggestive.”—Athenæum.

'A Song of the Trees' is worthy of our best poets; it is picturesque, fanciful, and warmly coloured."Court Journal.

"True is the ring of both (sincerity and sympathy) in these fugitive poems."-Examiner.

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KALE D.

Light was his form, and darkly delicate

That brow whereon his native sun had sate,

But had not marr'd, though in his beams he grew,
The cheek where oft the unbidden blush shone through;
Yet not such blush as mounts when health would show
All the heart's hue in that delighted glow;

But 'twas a hectic tint of secret care

That for a burning moment fever'd there ;
And the wild sparkle of his eye seem'd caught
From high, and lighten'd with electric thought,
Though its black orb those long low lashes' fringe.
Had temper'd with a melancholy tinge;
Yet less of sorrow than of pride was there,
Or, if 'twere grief, a grief that none should share:
And pleased not him the sports that please his age,
The tricks of youth, the frolics of the page;
For hours on Lara he would fix his glance,
As all-forgotten in that watchful trance;
And from his chief withdrawn, he wander'd lone;
Brief were his answers, and his questions none;
His walk the wood, his sport some foreign book;
His resting-place the bank that curbs the brook :
He seem'd, like him he serv'd, to live apart
From all that lures the eye and fills the heart;
To know no brotherhood, and take from earth
No gift beyond that bitter boon-our birth.

Of higher birth he seem'd, and better days;
Nor mark of vulgar toil that hand betrays,
So femininely white it might bespeak

Another sex, when match'd with that smooth cheek,
But for his garb, and something in his gaze

More wild and high than woman's eye betrays-
A latent fierceness, that far more became

His fiery climate than his tender frame :
True, in his words it broke not from his breast,
But from his aspect might be more than guess'd.
Kaled his name, though rumour said he bore
Another ere he left his mountain-shore;
For sometimes he would hear, however nigh,
That name repeated loud without reply,
As unfamiliar, or, if roused again,

Start to the sound, as but remember'd then ;
Unless 'twas Lara's wonted voice that spake,
For then ear, eyes, and heart would all awake.

BYRON.