air,
  Ye spread your equal wings, and to the morn,
  Lifting your freckled bosoms, dew-besprent,
  Salute with spirit-stirring song, the man
  Wayfaring lonely.  Hark! the striderous neigh! 
  There, o’er his dogrose fence, the chestnut foal,
  Shaking his silver forelock, proudly stands,—­
  To snuff the balmy fragrance of the morn:—­
  Up comes his ebon compeer, and, anon,
  Around the field in mimic chase they fly,
  Startling the echoes of the woodland gloom. 
  Farewell, ye placid scenes! amid the land
  Ye smile, an inland solitude:  the voice
  Of peace-destroying man is seldom heard
  Amid your landscapes.  Beautiful ye raise
  Your green embowering groves, and smoothly spread
  Your waters, glistening in a silver sheet. 
  The morning is a season of delight—­
  The morning is the self-possession’d hour—­
  ’Tis then that feelings, sunk, but unsubdued,
  Feelings of purer thoughts, and happier days,
  Awake, and, like the sceptred images
  Of Banquo’s mirror, in succession pass!

  And, first of all, and fairest, thou dost pass
  In Memory’s eye, beloved! though now afar
  From those sweet vales, where we have often roam’d
  Together.  Do thy blue eyes now survey
  The brightness of the morn in other scenes? 
  Other, but haply beautiful as these,
  Which now I gaze on; but which, wanting thee,
  Want half their charms, for, to thy poet’s thought,
  More deeply glow’d the heaven, when thy fine eye,
  Surveying its grand arch, all kindling glow’d;
  The white cloud to thy white brow was a foil;
  And, by the soft tints of thy cheek outvied,
  The dew-bent wild-rose droop’d despairingly.

Blackwood’s Mag.

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THE GATHERER.

“A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.” 
SHAKSPEARE.

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CHANGING COIN.

Judge Gould married his daughter to Lord Cavan.  A gentleman asking what fortune, was answered, “it was all in Gould, and his lordship changed it the first day.”

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VOLTAIRE.

Voltaire said of a traveller, who made too long a stay with him at Ferney, “Don Quixote took inns for castles, but Mr. ——­ takes castles for inns.”

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ABROAD AND AT HOME.

The English abroad can never get to look as if they were at home.  The Irish and Scotch, after being some time in a place, get the air of the natives; but an Englishman, in any foreign court, looks about him as if he was going to steal a tankard.

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PARODY OF THE FIRST SONG IN THE BEGGAR’S OPERA.