princely fortune, and disregarding the prejudices of his friends and of the world, he redeemed the pledge he had given, and made the fair Jewess his bride.

R. T.

THE POOR LITTLE MAID.

When a poor little maid feels her senses astray,
Cannot sleep on her pillow, nor rest all the day,
Sees a form still pursue her, do all that she can,
And this form should be that of a handsome young man :
Sly neighbours will whisper then, good lack-a-day!
little maid's in a very sad way!

The poor

When of her old friends she begins to grow shy;

When she speaks very seldom, and speaks with a sigh;
When, though witty or wise, she appears like a dunce,
And folks wonder what's come to the girl all at once;
Sly neighbours will whisper then, good lack-a-day!
The poor little maid's in a very bad way.

REGRETTED LOVE.

The flowing bowl no more bestows
On me its transitory smile,

And joy within my bosom glows

Less bright than that which breath'd awhile,
When one fair form, now lifeless, breath'd
Strains that could all to rapture move;
Or when my brow with flow'rs was wreath'd,
The simple tokens of her love.

In music's strains and revelry,

Despondence I away would shake;
But those can yield no balm to me
That pleasures past to mem'ry wake.
Some object lurks on ev'ry way,

At which objection seems to start;.
The flow'r, the harp, the song, convey
Her image to my bleeding heart.

J. P.

Oblivious time can ne'er erase
Remembrance of our pleasures past ;-
The parting kiss, the fond embrace
I shar'd when I beheld her last.
In vain I strive the rage to calm
Of those harsh pangs that I now feel;
But, ah! the grave's the only balm
That can such sad emotions heal.

Trin. Col. Oxford.

UNPUBLISHED IRISH MELODY,

BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

AIR.-Fly not yet.

What though 'tis true I've talked of love,
And other beauties idly strove,

My heart to free from Rosa's chain,
Unbroke the golden links remains,
Entwined round every part.

And if another's charms I praised,
Those charms but faint resemblance raised,
Perhaps it was her tresses flowing,
Dimpled cheek, and blushes glowing?
Oh, no!-oh, no!

None but Rosa's lips, and Rosa's eye,
And Rosa's self could cause the sigh,
Still Rosa rules my heart.

I own, betrayed by youth or wine,
I've thought a form or face divine,
Or when some bewitching syren sung,
My yielding soul enraptured hung,
Enchanted by her art.

But soon that feeble spell was gone,

Some faint resemblance said alone,

"Can tones less sweet, or looks less smiling,
Long delude your sense beguiling?"
Oh, no!-oh, no!

None but Rosa's lips, and Rosa's eye,
And Rosa's self could cause the sigh,

Still Rosa rules my heart.

A DIRGE.

BY REGINALD AUGUSTINE.

Oh beauteously thy spirit came within our own spring bow'rs Like heaven's primeval loveliness o'er tufts of summer flow'rs; Thou wert a lute,-the purest one-with magic in its tone: But the sod is green upon thee-thou'rt gone, oh, thou'rt gone! Thou wert a rainbow brightening up a dark and stormy sky; And all, that told of heaven and bliss, repos'd in thy sweet eye; Thy hair was like the wave that wreathes its crystal round the

stone:

But the sod is green upon thee-thou'rt gone, oh thou'rt gone! And long shall those who lov'd thee, mourn o'er the harsh decree

That rent the link which twin'd their heart to holiness and thee!

A spell of deepest purity shall make them still thine own, Though the sod is green upon thee, and though to death thou'rt gone!

We'll think of thee as we would think of a most beauteous

rose

That gems its image in the stream where sullen tints repose; And the virtues shall illumine us, that from thy spirit shone, Though the sod is green upon thee, and though to death thou'rt gone!

THE LADIES' RECEIPT BOOK. No. I.

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For some years I have been in the habit of writing in a book all the receipts of a domestic character which I have found serviceable in my own domestic affairs. Some have no doubt appeared in print before, but many of them I know have not. Wishing success to your Ladies' Focket Magazine." I shall copy out such as I think will be of value to your readers, and if you think proper to give them insertion, shall continue my selections every month, till my store is exhausted. Yours, &c.

Upper Gower-street.

ELLEN DARLINGTON.

EAU DE COLOGNE.

A domestic economy is very commendable in all ladies ;-those who are in the habit of using Eau de Cologne will find the following substitute not only very trifling in its cost, but far superior to most of the mixtures sold for the " genuine

article."

To one pint of alcohol, add sixty drops of lemon, sixty drops of bergamot, sixty drops of essence of lemon, and sixty drops of orange-water. The alcohol may be purchased at any chemists, and the remainder at most perfumers.

TO TAKE STAINS OUT OF SILK.

Grease, and other spots in silk, may be easily removed by gently rubbing the part with a linen rag dipped in the following composition :-One ounce of essence of lemons, and half an ounce of oil of turpentine, mixed together, and kept corked for use.

TO MAKE ROSE WATER.

Put some roses into water, and add a few drops of vitriolic acid the water will soon assume both the color and perfume of roses.

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TO PRESERVE EGGS.

A great saving may be effected in the use of eggs, by purchasing them when cheap, and preserving them in the following safe and easy manner. Be careful that the eggs are fresh and sound: put them in a large round bottle, and fill it with lime-water. The lime-water is easily made by putting five or six pounds of quick lime to twenty or thirty pints of water: shake it well several times, and pour off the water, which will be perfectly limpid, although it has dissolved a portion of the lime this is the water to be used. To be certain of its being properly saturated with the lime, after the bottle containing the eggs is filled, and the water is about three inches above them, dust a small quantity of quick lime into it, and close the bottle securely. An eminent chemist of Geneva states that he discovered this method about six years ago, and that he has lately eat some eggs that had been kept that time: they were perfectly fresh and good, and he has no doubt would have kept much longer. A confectioner at Geneva has used near a ton weight within the year, preserved in this manner.