The scene hath changed into a curtain’d room,
  Where mournful glimmers of the mellow sun
  Lie dreaming on the walls!  Dim-eyed and sad,
  And dumb with agony, two parents bend
  O’er a pale image, in the coffin laid,—­
  Their infant once, the laughing, leaping boy,
  The paragon and nursling of their souls! 
  Death touch’d him, and the life-glow fled away,
  Swift as a gay hour’s fancy; fresh and cold
  As winter’s shadow, with his eye-lids seal’d,
  Like violet-lips at eve, he lies enrobed
  An offering to the grave! but, pure as when
  It wing’d from heaven, his spirit hath return’d,
  To lisp his hallelujahs with the choirs
  Of sinless babes, imparadised above.

Death, a Poem, by R. Montgomery.

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THE ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY.

  What a fashionable place
    Soon the Regent’s Park will grow! 
  Not alone the human race
    To survey its beauties go;
  Birds and beasts of every hue,
    In order and sobriety,
  Come, invited by the Zo-
    Ological Society.

  Notes of invitation go
    To the west and to the east. 
  Begging of the Hippopo-
    Tamus here to come and feast: 
  Sheep and panthers here we view,
    Monstrous contrariety! 
  All united by the Zo-
    Ological Society.

  Monkeys leave their native seat,
    Monkeys green and monkeys blue,
  Other monkeys here to meet,
    And kindly ask, “Pray how d’ye do?”
  From New Holland the emu,
    With his better moiety,
  Has paid a visit to the Zo-
    Ological Society.

  Here we see the lazy tor-
    Toise creeping with his shell,
  And the drowsy, drowsy dor-
    Mouse dreaming in his cell;
  Here from all parts of the U-
    Niverse we meet variety,
  Lodged and boarded by the Zo-
    Ological Society.

  Bears at pleasure lounge and roll,
    Leading lives devoid of pain,
  Half day climbing up a poll,
    Half day climbing down again;
  Their minds tormented by no su-
    Perfluous anxiety,
  While on good terms with the Zo-
    Ological Society.

  Would a mammoth could be found
    And made across the sea to swim! 
  But now, alas! upon the ground
    The bones alone are left of him: 
  I fear a hungry mammoth too,
    (So monstrous and unquiet he.)
  By hunger urged might eat the Zo-
    Ological Society!

The Christmas Box.

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INSECTS.

One great protection against all creeping things is, to stir the ground very frequently along the foot of the wall.  That is their great place of resort; and frequent stirring and making the ground very fine, disturbs the peace of their numerous families, gives them trouble, makes them uneasy, and finally harasses them to death.