RUSKIN'S Museum at Sheffield,

537 TEMPLE Church, the, The Seventh Cen-

Red Man, The

"Rural Rides," by Cobbett,

Soldier of Fortune, A

tenary of

Turkish Proverbs, Some

Tasso,

259 Talmudic Proverbs,

405 WELLINGTON, The Duke of, as Prime

Minister,

493

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The while we drank imperishable delight

From the sun-smitten vale, the lustrous lake,
The imperial purple of the lofty Fells;
And breathed his verse, who from the wood-
nymph bright

Won every secret of the whispering brake,
And spoiled the Mountain Spirit of all his
spells.
ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES.

Spectator.

CHARLTON THRUSHES.

treen,

HATH winter fled with those dull rooks yesWhich from our knolls on sooty burdened wings

Flapped to some inland wood in length'ning strings?

This morn young zephyrs wake earth's sky pale green,

And range each snowdrop-maiden round her queen,

Th' all-golden crocus. Darkling, sweetly sings

The thrush; 'neath cloudlets grey she blissful flings

Her echoed notes, and rocking high is seen. All hail, fair spring! Day broadens and soft light

Suffuses blackest elms with tender shades Of purple; soon-too soon-in amber dight Eve gleams afar; then, slow withdrawing,

fades;

But thrushes still, their wide gaunt boughs

among,

Round Charlton's oriels pour full floods of
song.
Academy.
M. G. WATKINS.

A MARCH EVENING.

THE boughs are black, the wind is cold, And cold and black the fading sky; And cold and ghostly, fold on fold, Across the hills the vapors lie.

Sad is my heart, and dim mine eye,
With thoughts of all the woes that were;
And all that through the forward year,
Prophetic, flit like phantoms by.

But, in the cheerless silence, hark,

Some throstle's vesper! loud and clear, Beside his mate I hear him sing;

And sudden at my feet I mark A daffodil that lights the darkJoy, joy, 'tis here, the spring, the spring! Longman's Magazine. GEORGE MILNER.