Lyneham Grammar School-Miss Nancy Hinton, by

J. R. P.............

To Sarah, by A......

......

A Lay of the Heart, by R. S. Mackenzie
The late Mr. Terry, Comedian, by J. R. P.
Shakspeare's Love Letter

The Quarrel of Love and Marriage, by G. F. R.

Hints to Ladies who are entering the Matrimonial State 55

The Heroism of Filial Piety

The Evening Star, by Omega

The Ladies' Toilet

58

65

67

70

73

Elegy on the Death of W. Rowlinson, Esq., by T. H. S. 74

Stanzas, by W. Rowlinson

75

Mary of Keithhall

.......

Burns' Highland Mary

...

76

82

.84, 153, 224

87

88

Serenade, by Robert Sydal...

94

Edith, by Edmund Trafford

Je Viens-Je Va. The Escape, by J. R. P.

The Lower Rooms, Bath

The Lovers' Fate, by Frederick Tyrrell.. 95, 131, 239

The Masquerade

.....

Oh yes! we often mention her, by Henry Montague

To Mary on her Birth-day, by William L***.

116

Woodbine Grove...

117. 147

To Immalee, by James Knox

124

Song, by the Author of "The Garland."

First, Second, and Third, by Reginald Augustine.

Bath Domesticity, by J. R. P...

Ballad Stanzas, by Reginald Augustine...

125

126

127

128

Female Tenderness.

A Fragment, by Clio Rickman

Rules to discover Married Persons

Evening Primroses, by J. P........

Anecdote of Elizabeth, Wife of the Prince Royal of

Prussia

Female Servility rebuked

Etymology of the Word Lady.

137

ib.

ib.

The Ladies' Toilet

English Fashions

139

French Fashions..

141

The Partridges, an Elegy

Friendship's Offering...

The Maid of Baldock....

Consolation in Captivity, by Frederick Tyrrell.

The Lover's Leap, by Leitch Ritchie

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Lament of a Forsaken Lover, by the Rev. T. Dale

Ode to Contemplation, by Clio Rickman

The Burial of the Widow's Daughter, by J. R. Prior.. 202

The Maiden's Sigh, by William L***.

The Origin of the Red Rose, by James Knox

Impromptu on Woman, by J. W. E.

183

ib.

Memoirs of Constantia Grierson

Song for Music, by Reginald Augustine

Το -

by F.A.

The Widow and Orphan, by E. E.

In Memory of Caroline, by J. R. Prior

.......

The Picture of the Dead, by Reginald Augustine..

Edgar

The Tournament, a Tale of the Peak

Lucy Beaumont

The Children in the Wood

The Ladies' Toilet

English Fashions

French Fashions..

Susanna Cleveland......

Love, by Sir George L.

.......

212

· ............

217

BY W. KENNEDY,

I dearly lov'd a garden flower

Which near my summer casement grew;
Of all that dwell in field or bower,

None half so sweet I ever knew:
Many a time, with fond delight,

I've bent its faultless form above,
And kissed its leaves, and deemed it might
Still bloom for me, and be my love.

The autumn winds blew high, and bore
My fairest from my sight away;
I mourned its fate an hour or more,
Then gave my heart to other sway,
A bird with an enchanting note,

The minstrel of an orange grove,
Became my captive, and I thought
He'd live and share a maiden's love.

L. 29. 2.

B

But one night to my window came
The tinkles of a soft guitar,
And tones that hung upon my name-
My bird's notes were less pleasant far.
I gave the warbler leave to go,

In freedom to his native grove,

And sighed

Poor thing! ah, now I know,
Thou wert not meant to be my love!"

MY DISTANT HOME,

There is a spot, joy's hallow'd seat,
To which thought oft directs her flight,—
A spot where kindred feelings meet,
Where love and duty both alight.
That spot, whose inner charms outvie
The pomp of court, the gilded dome,-
Where smiles and sighs meet a reply,
And hope is centred, is my home.

When sun-beams gild the eastern sky,
And song the silent woods is waking,
With hope to home I turn my eye
That morn is there as sweetly breaking.
At eve, as on the stars I gaze,

While cooling breezes fan the air,
My benisons for home I raise,

And sigh for gales to waft them there.

When that lov'd spot no longer flings

O'er my fleet hours the richest zest;
When those, to whom affection clings,
Beneath the turf lamented rest.
Earth's fragile scenes I'll not explore,
Nor mourn my home adversely riven,
But upward shall my proud soul soar

To find a second home in heaven.
Corn Market, Oxford.

J. P