I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, TO A COUGH. On being ordered by physicians to pass the winter at Bourdeaux or Madeira, in consequence of a severe cough, MISS LOUISA H. SHERIDAN. "Ma'am, that is a very bad cough of yours," "Sir, I regret to say it is the very best I have " Do cease, hollow sound! you alarm e'en the merry,- MORNING IN SUMMER. ROBERT WOOD. FROM BRADSHAW'S JOURNAL," 1842. SEE, the mountains are gilded, the clouds dazzling bright, And the curtain of mist drawn away, As gay morning bursts out from the arms of old night, To give all her charms to young day. Now the moon veils her face, and the last lingering star While Apollo is yoking the steeds to his car, Now a bright stream of sunshine spreads over the plain; Yon hills are all bathed in the light, While the billows which sparkle and foam on the main, Are dancing with joy at the sight. And the lily is drest in her grandest array, While the young roses blush, half ashamed to display See, the shepherd is up, and has gone from his cot, As cheerful and blithe as the norn; He has left his couch early, and why may he not Think on late-rising sluggards with scorn? Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from thy bed, And hie to the hill to behold The mo ning's fresh picture before thee outspread, All framed with a margin of gold! While the skylark is singing and mounting aloft, Above all the musical throng; And while echo is blending in harmony soft, The many new versions of song. Then shall we not join in a chorus so sweet, To praise the Creator above; Whose works are with wonder and wisdom replete, And crown'd with his mercy and love. THE PASSAGE. LUDWIG UHLAND. MANY a year is in its grave And the evening, fair as ever, Then in this same boat beside One on earth in silence wrought, So, whene'er I turn my eye Back upon the days gone by, Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, Friends that closed their days before me. But what binds us friend to friend, Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee, For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have cross'd with me. "AN INDEPENDENT POET.-Uhland, the German poet, has refused to accept the Order of Merit offered him by the King of Prussia on the recommendation of Baron Humboldt. The reason he assigns is, that the king's government has persecuted his political friends. Uhland is a great liberal, and is a member of the Chamber of Representatives of Wurtemburg." Manchester Advertiser, January, 1854. |