Spring.

"Fain would my muse the flowing treasure sing,
The humble glories of the youthful Spring."

POPE.

HEN the clouds of heaven are low'ring,

Big with fertilizing show'rs,

And their honied dews are pouring

O'er our meadows, groves, and bow'rs:

When the glittering fish are bounding

At the giddy circling fly,

And the cuckoo's notes are sounding

Cheerily along the sky:

When the beauteous flowers are springing

From the rosy lap of May,

And the busy bees are winging

The delicious hours away:

When both earth and air are teeming

With reanimated dust,

And the glorious heavens are beaming On the wicked and the just:

What a heart that man possesses
Who exults not with delight,

And the GoD of Nature blesses

For His mercies day and night!

Benebulence:

SUGGESTED ON VISITING A POOR DYING MAN AT SALTAIRE, AND

ON HEARING OF THE CARE AND ATTENTION BESTOWED

UPON HIM BY HIS EMPLOYERS, MESSRS. TITUS

SALT, SONS, AND COMPANY.

"From the low prayer of want, and plaint of woe,

O never, never turn away thine ear!

Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below,

Ah! what were man should Heaven refuse to hear ?"

BEATTIE.

H! 'tis a theme on which I love to dwell,

A theme that makes this heart of mine to swell

With more than common gratitude and love

To the great Ruler of all hearts above,―
That there are still, in this fair land of ours,
With all its mighty yet unfeeling pow'rs,
Those who delight to visit the distress'd,
And see the sons of want and sorrow blest.

Oh! what can be more pleasing to the eye

Of Him who formed th' illimitable sky,
Than to behold those great ones of the earth,
(Of vast possessions or illustrious birth,)

Our dreary courts, our sunless alleys pace,
The haunts of poverty and want to trace!
To cheer the widow in her humble cot,

By all but the Omnipotent forgot!

Upon the sick and dying to attend,

Their cup of grief with heavenly joys to blend!

66 Oppression makes men mad, and from their breasts
All reason and all sense of duty wrests."

WALLER.

PERHAPS there never was a time when the sun of prosperity shone so brightly upon our enterprising capitalists as the present; nor when our labouring population had such ready opportunities of laying by a portion of their earnings, to prepare them for a time of adversity. Still, notwithstanding the prosperity we see around us, there are yet to be found-and that too amongst the most successful of our employers of labour-men who do not scorn to have attained their success by unworthy means; men who, perhaps, employ hundreds of their fellowmen, but ignore the common relationship, and use them only as tools wherewith to make their riches; and, in return, pay them such a scanty pittance as will scarce suffice to hold life together. Well may such injured ones ask-Where is the professed Christianity of their employers? Well may they doubt if such Christianity will stand the test in the dying hour!

OW can he be "an Israelite indeed,"

And die the death that Joshua wished to die;

How can he to eternal life succeed,

Who doth the poor man of his rights deny?