A Merchant's Wife. C. B. Tayler, N.A. .... Page 81 The Undivided. J. Bird, Esq. .................... 106 Buwaparte Wellington. Arnold ................ The Red King's Warning. T.W. ...... A Winter Morning. Anona ...................... The Deity. Bowring .................. A Sabbath in the Wilds. Pringle ................ 122 Londonderry ....... .......................... 127 The Siege of Londonderry. Charlotte Elizabeth ,... 136 A Prayer for every day and all day long. J. Montgomery 234 The Blind Mother ........................... How pleasant is the opening Year. Anon ......... Treasures of the Deep. Mrs. Hemans Lochiel's Warning. Campbell ......... .......... Journey to the Gold Mines. Capt. F. B. Head ...... Passage aeross the Great Cordillera. Ditto ........ Processions in China. Abeel's Travels ........ A Lesson for an Infant School ...... vii Interesting Account Anon ................ Page 299 Burning of Moscow. La Baume .................. 305 Retreat from Moscow. Ditto ........ ................... 309 Passage of the Beresina. Ditto ................... 313 POETRY FOR RECITATION. 330 32 34 336 340 The Officer's Funeral. Richardson .......... Page 323 Earth and Heaven. Ditto ....... ................ 325 Queen Elizabeth and the Countess of Nottingham. Do. 326 The Pebble and the Acorn. H. F. Gould The Traveller's Evening Hymn. Mrs. Hemans .... St. Philip Neri and the Youth. Rev. J. Byrom ..... Lochinvar. Sir Walter Scott ... The Convict Ship. Hervey ..... To the Rainbow. Campbell ............ The Better Land. Mrs. Hemans .......... The Wounded Eagle. Ditto The Highlander ......... The Negro's Prayer ....... The Ocean Queen. Anon ...... The Ark. Miss Parker The Storm King. Anen The Ivy. Bernard Barton .................. The Seasons. Paulina ...... .......... 300 43 344 346 .. 347 34 viji .......... The Storm calmed. Ditto .................. Page 362 377 385 The Inchcape Bell. Southey .... 387 Conversation. Cowper ........... The Erl King. Lewis. To Miss Mc A. Mrs. R. Miller 394 . .. 392 HUMOUROUS PIECES. The Prodigy ,.......................... The Three Black Crows. Byrom ............ Page 395 Lord Ulla. The young Lord Ulla had passed his majority without effecting any benefit, either to his country or to himself, and did not then seem anxious to repair the time which he had lost. Unfortunately for his own peace, his wealth was so excessive as to leave no enjoyment, that he cared to indulge in, beyond his reach. From the highest scenes of dissipation, to the lowest of profligacy, he had left none untried ; and all alike had ceased to gratify him. He became indolent and apathetic, and found himself, before the beard was yet black upon his lip, in the condition of a man satiated with the enjoyments of sense, and possessing no relish for, or knowledge of any other of a higher order... “ I lead a most miserable life,” he said to his physician, — “ I have tried every species of recreation that the world can afford, and I am tired of them all. It terrifies me to think that I have yet a long life before me, without a single object to interest or amuse me. I detest vice : it has disgusted and sickened me, and there is no harmless or useful employment that has the power of affording me a moment's stimulus. What a strange fantastical body is this in which I am confined !-Every thing tires and annoys it; even repose itself, the only enjoyment that I now covet, has become a labour and a torment. But that I think it a base, a cowardly, and ungrateful thing, to fing away a gift that God has bestowed upon me—I would be tempted "To play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword." “ I do not know,” the medical adviser replied, as he lifted his brows and tossed his head, “ why a man should become tired of answering the ends of his existence. Will you pardon me for intimating that there are diseases wherein the patient must minister to himself, and with this advantage, that his practice, if vigorously put in execution, is certain to be successful. There is a feeling in our nature, which if judiciously cultivated, would furnish a certain and radical cure for the sense of discomfort which you describe.” “ I have no object to stimulate me to exertion ; and labour for labour's sake — you know the apophthegm. Ambition, I have none-- I can feel no |