TIME NOT TO BE RECALLED. MARK that swift arrow, how it cuts the air,— If thou cans't call it back, or stay it there. Fool! 'tis thy life, and the fond archer thou Besides repentance, what canst find REASONS FOR HUMILITY.-Beattie. ONE part, one little part, we dimly scan, CATILINE'S DEFIANCE.-Shakspeare. BANISHED from Rome!-what's banished but set free 'Tried and convicted traitor!"-Who says this? THE DYING GLADIATOR.-Lord Byron, I SEE before me the Gladiator lie: Consents to death, but conquers agony, And nis drooped head sinks gradually low,- The arena swims around him-he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not: his eyes All this rushed with his blood.-Shall he expire, A LECTURE ON PATENT MEDICINES.-By Dr. Puff Stuff. LADIES and Gentlemen:-My name is Puff Stuff, the physician to that great and mighty Han Kann, Emperor of all the Chinas; I was converted to Christianity during the em bassy of the late Lord Macartney, and left that there country, and came to this here, which may be reckoned the greatest blessing that ever happened to Europe, for I've brought with me the following unparalleled, inestimable, and never-to-bematched medicines: the first is called the great Parry Mandyron Rapskianum, from Whandy Whang Whang-one drop of which, poured into any of your gums, if you should have the misfortune to lose your teeth, will cause a new set to sprout out, like mushrooms from a hot-bed; and if any lady should happen to be troubled with that unpleasant and redundant exuberance, called a beard, it will remove it in three applications, and with greater ease than Packwood's razor strops. I'm also very celebrated in the cure of eyes; the late Emperor of China had the misfortune to lose his eyes by a cataract. I very dexterously took out the eyes of his Majesty, and after anointing the sockets with a particular glutinous application, I placed in two eyes from the head of a living lion, which not only restored his Majesty's vision, but made him dreadful to all his enemies and beholders. I beg leave to say, that I have hyes from different hannimals, and to suit all your different faces and professions. This here bottle which I holds in my and, is called the great-elliptical-asiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, which cures all the diseases incident to humanity. I don't like to talk of myself, ladies and gentlemen, because the man that talks of himself is a Hegotist; but this I will venture to say, that I am not only the greatest physician and philosopher of the age, but the greatest genius that ever illuminated mankind-but you know I don't like to talk of myself: you should only read one or two of my lists of cures, out of the many thousands I have by me; if you knew the benefits so many people have received from my grand-elliptical-asiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to humanity, none of you would be such fools as to be sick at all. I'll just read one or two. (Reads several letters.) Sir, I was jammed to a jelly in a linseedoil mill; cured with one bottle. 'Sir, I was cut in half in a saw-pit; cured with one bottle." Sir, I was boiled to death in a soap-manufactory; cured with half a bottle." Now comes the most wonderful of all. 66 66 "Sir, venturing too near a powder-mill at Faversham, I was, by a sudden explosion, blown into a million of atoms; by this unpleasant accident, I was rendered unfit for my business, (a banker's clerk); but, hearing of your grand-ellipticalasiatical-panticurial-nervous cordial, I was persuaded to make essay thereof; the first bottle united my strayed particles; the second animated my shattered frame; the third effected a radical cure; the fourth sent me home to Lombardy street, to count guineas, make out bills for acceptance, and recount the wonderful effects of your grand-elliptical-asiatical panticnrial-nervous cordial, that cures all diseases incident to huDanity." KNEEL AT NO HUMAN SHRINE.—By A. F. K. "Must then that peerless form, Which love and admiration cannot view, As breathing marble, perish?” KNEEL not, oh! friend of mine, before a shrine, Have thou no idol; lest those hopes of thine, SHELLEY. Know'st thou that clouds freighted with storm and rain, Yon azure sky? Know'st thou that rose that blooms beside thy door, Know also that the loved and tried for years, Maiden! upon whose fair unclouded brow, Oh! let me teach thee, as a sister may, That bridal flowers have decked the silent bier, Mother! who gazeth with a mother's joy, Who stands in childish beauty by thy side, I warn thee! build no castles in the air, That bud just bursting to a perfect flower, Father! whose days though in "the yellow leaf," Burn thou no incense here! hast thou not seen Believe me, all who breathe the vital breath, Ah! yes! beneath the church-vard's grassy mound, Too many a star of promise has gone down The soul's horizon, never more to rise, For thou to safely rear thy temple here, Oh! trust it not; that flash of brilliant light, One arm that never fails, that never tires, Be this thy Spirit's anchor; that when all Where the bright dreams of youth, shall know no blight And life no pain, And where thon yet shalt find when cares are o'er LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT.—By Duferin. I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, On a bright May morning, long ago, The corn was springing fresh and green, The place is little changed, Mary, But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, |