[TRANSLATED FROM HORACE, VOL. I. ODE 4.]
Stern winter yields to Spring's more genial reign-
Favonian zephyrs whisper through each grove,
The ships released glide o'er the bounding main,
And flocks and herds through blooming pastures rove;
No more the ploughman seeks his evening fire,
And from the plains, the chilling frosts retire.

Now bright Cytherea leads the joyous dance-
While Cynthia's beams irradiate the scene!
The sportive graces, with the Nymphs advance,
And trip alternate o'er the flowery green;

While ardent Vulcan with his flaming brand,
Inflames the forges of the Cyclop's band.

Now is the time to wreathe the shining hair

With myrtles green and flowers that deck the field-
Now is the time to seek the forest fair,

And to the rural god an off'ring yield

Whether he choose the tender lamb should bleed,
Or claim for sacrifice the sportive kid.

Pale visaged death at the low cottage stops-
Alike, the palace of the King invades !

Life is too short to cherish distant hopes-
For oh, too soon the ghosts of Pluto's shades,
Will lure us to that dark and gloomy shore,
Where beauty, love and wine, shall charm no more

May 1, 1828.

AUGUSTA.

TO HAPPINESS.

I've sought thee in the mirthful crowd
When peal'd the voice of laughter loud,
Where burn'd the glittering chandelier,
And music burst upon the ear,

And found thee not;

Then turn'd away and shed a tear
O'er human lot.

I've sought thee in the peaceful vale,
When the soft moonbeams fell so pale-
When gem-like stars beam'd in the sky,
So clear and beautiful and high,

And found thee not,

But turn'd again and heaved a sigh
For human lot.

I've sought for thee in ruder forms,
In midnight darkness and in storms,
Down on some lone deserted shore,
And heard the mad'ning billows roar,
And found thee not,

But turn'd away and sighed the more
For human lot.

I've sought for thee in woman's smile,
Oh, sweet delusion to beguile
The wo of man-I heard her sigh
And gazed upon her dewy eye,
And found thee not,

And tried in vain to reconcile
Poor human lot.

Thou art alas! a fabled thing,
The prelude to a fiercer sting
Of disappointment, and the blight
Of hopes that end in endless night
I'll seek thee not-

But with my kindred earth unite
And be forgot.

NAMES.

I wish it was the law to name
All people by their looks!

"Twould save much trouble, and besides

All sorts of turns and crooks.

The ancient ones were in the right,

They named folks by their marks

EDWIN.

They'd Round Heads, Crook Shanks, Lion Hearts,

E'en for their Royal sparks!

But here in our poor yankee land

We go by fathers' names,

So all that dims or brightens it
Must rest on our own fame!

Pity it is so, for I am

Descended from a Howard,
But (keep the secret) uncle was
They say, shot for a coward!
So now I s'pose it rests with me
To clear up our escutcheon-
But that in fact's an article

I never have thought much on.
But to return to people's names—
They're never what they should be,
And I should like this thing revised
If possibly it could be.

I patronized an Irish boy

One day-(not for a blunder)

But 'cause he had a barking dog,
And call'd him little Thunder!
I'll give you now a list of belles
Who once shared my attention,
For I have loved them one and all-
(But that you need not mention!)
Miss Julia Brown was white as snow-
Miss Nancy Short was tall,

The fair Miss Swift was very slow,
Miss Little was not small.

Miss Bliss and I had many a spat!
But fair Miss Cross was kind-
Poor Sally Sharp was rather flat!
Miss Joy with sorrow pined.

Miss Lilly's cheek was like a rose,
Miss Bond was always free,
Miss Few had far too many beaux-
Miss Bates could not catch me!

Miss Ann Still led me a chase!
Miss True was such a quiz-
But still though I've a single face,
I'm true-TOM DOUBLE PHIZ!

MOTTO OF AN ALBUM.
How fair the simple flowers appear,
If hands beloved the garland braid!
And friendship's flowers collected here,
Tho' Spring's must die, will never fade.

(his mark.)

THE LOVER'S SERENADE.

BY F. S. HILL, ESQ.

Light bounds my bark o'er the glistening billow,
The spray in white coronals flies o'er the prow;
The sea-bird rests now on her watery pillow,
And the young moon discloses her vestal brow.
O, wake! love, wake! for beauty's eye
In slumber's bondage should not lie,
While night puts on so bright a dress,
And nature shines in loveliness.

The willow bends the clear streamlet to meet,
And its fresh-perfum'd tresses carefully dips;
And yon pine-tops are murmuring music, sweet
As the ardent breathing of love's dewy lips.

Then wake! love, wake! for beauty's eye
In slumber's bondage should not lie,
While night puts on so bright a dress,
And nature smiles in lovliness.

O then while the dark waters gently curl,

Let thy fond lover's bosom with gladness swell,

One look-and my sail I will then unfurl,

While shrin'd in my heart thy dear image shall dwell.
O, wake! love, wake! list to my song,

That winged echo bears along,
O wake! the lustre of thine eyes
Will make the scene a paradise.

With youthful fancy, or with matron taste,

'We cull the meadow, and explore the waste,'-Puine.
The brightest flowers, the purest gems to save,
From the dark bosom of oblivion's wave.

Vol. I.

No. 19.

PICTURE OF A YOUNG PARSON.

Ir was soon known at Summerford, that the living was already bestowed, by its young titled Patron, on a college friend of his own standing, just qualified to hold it; and rumor prepared the parishioners to expect in him a pastoral guide of a very different character from that of their late venerable minister. Mr. Seale's curate was, however, continued in his functions protempore, and for a few weeks nothing decisive was known of the new rector.

In as far as was compatible with the great change which had taken place in her earthly circumstances -and in spite of her approaching removal, so omnipotent is habit, that Mrs Helen had again fallen quitely into the routine of her accustomed occupations and household cares; and a superficial observer would have perceived little alteration in her deportment and

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person, except that the former was somewhat more subdued and serious-that her quiet movements were more slow and feeble -and that she looked considerably more aged, partly from an increased stoop in her gait, and from the exchange of her usual attire for a still closer garb of the deepest mourning. Her soft fair hair, scarcely silvered till her brother's death, but now completely blanched, was no longer smoothed up over the roll beneath her clear lawn cap, but parted and combed straight on either side, under the broad mourning hems of a close mop; and a large black silk handkerchief, crossed over her bosom, almost concealed the under one of thick white muslin. Thus habited, Mrs. Helen was one evening engaged in her storeroom, superintending and assisting in the homely office, of which

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With locks flung back, and lips apart,

I have before made mention, that of sugar-nipping. One of Fit monument of Grecian art;' Mrs. Betty's aprons was pinned but certainly with lips apart,' before her own, but Mrs. Betty and slightly quivering with surherself had been dispathed on prise and trepidation-her mild some errand to a distant part of blue eyes, expressive of strange the house; and the former come- perplexity, the nippers in one hand, ly en bon point of that faithful and a lump of sugar in the other; handmaid having amplified to a and, as I told you, Mrs. Betty's vast weight of portliness, she apron (a checked one as it hap moved with corresponding majesty pened) pinned over her own of of gait, and was long absent on And there stood snowy muslin. her five minutes' mission. It was the intruder, a handsome, goodnear midsummer-not a leaf stir-humored looking coxcomb, six red in the glow of a cloudless sun-feet high, in a pepper-and-salt set-not a domestic creature, frock, tight buckskins, and yellow fowl, beast, or biped, was visible topped boots; a most unclerical about the rectory, every door and beaver rakishly set on one side,— window of which were flung wide a silver whistle dangling from his open, so that a stranger might button-hole, and an eye-glass have entered unnoticed, and found round his neck, through which he his way unimpeded into every took deliberate cognizance of the chamber of the mansion. Sud-apartment and its venerable occudenly wheels were heard rapidly pant. The latter soon became approaching the entrance gate. aware, that in the phenomenon Then the short pull up, and know- before her, she beheld the succesing check of some dashing Jehu, sor of her late revered brother; as he flung the reins with various and before the shock and amazecharges to an attendant groom-ment incident on that discovery then the clinking of spurs and the had any way subsided, the young creaking of boots across the court parson, evidently mistaking her -in the entrance hall, (for no re- for a house-keeper, or upper sergular summons was sounded, and vant, proceeded to make very unno servant appeared to question ceremonious observations and inthe intruder)-in the parlor-quiries, almost immediately, howalong the vestibule-and at last in ever, cutting short the string of the very passage conducting to his own queries, by the still more Mrs. Helen's sacred apartment-cavalier address of,-' But that the whole progress being accom- will do by-and-by-time enough panied by certain musical varia- to ransack the old kennel-and tions between a song and a whistle, now I'm starving-so dispatch, and the pattering of four-footed old girl! Do ye hear? and get me creatures, and the admonitions of something to eat, if you've any -Down, Ponto, down, sir!' prog in the house.' 'Back, Di, back, you toad!'-apparently unheeded by the canine offenders, for in they rushed, a brace of noble pointers, into the very presence of Mrs. Helen-and immediately their noisy owner stood, in propria persona, on the very threshold of her sanctuary, There stood the dear old lady, not exactly

Mrs. Helen was aware of his mistake, and neither mortified nor indignant at the unaccustomed salutation; on the contrary, when she heard this pressing appeal to her hospitality, the natural disgust excited by his unclerical appearance, gave place to her innate kindliness; and anxious to supply