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But all's not right in this poor heartYet why should I his loss deplore? It was indeed a pang to part,

But when he comes he'll rove no more:

And all to-day can laugh at sorrow,
When sure of being blest to-morrow.
Then why am I in black array'd?

And why is Henry's father pale?
And why do I, poor frantic maid,

Tell to the winds a mournful tale?
Alas! the weight I feel is sorrow-
No! no-he cannot come to-morrow!

ORIGINAL POETRY.

ON

THE DEATH OF HARRIET ANGELINA, Infant Daughter of Sir Thomas Acland.

BY MRS. M'MULLAN.

WHEN full-blown roses fade and fall, We musing mark the doom of all; When yellow autumn, drooping, sear, Is gemm'd by winter's frozen tear; When gro es their tuneful choirs dismiss, Nor echo fears an hymn of blissWe mourn not beauty's final fate, Each season had its fullest date. But oh! if in the youth of spring, Ere opes the bud, ere fledged the wing, Ere smiling rosebuds hail the morn, And only Love's sweet hopes are bornShould treach'rous rust, or icy gale, Change damask tints to lifeless pale; Then 'stead of spring's inspiring glow, We grasp the vase of charmless woe; Weave cypress where delight should bloomWhilst weeping Pity marks the tomb, Inhales the essence ere it die,

And wafts it to a kindred sky.

THE SONG OF THE REGENT.
INSCRIBED TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE
PRINCE REGENT.

THE gorgeous monarch of the East
Finds not his store of bliss increas'd-
Alas! it but augments his care,
The proud regalia's costly glare!
True grandeur (were not mortals blind)
Consists in dignity of mind;
That loftiness of soul within,
Which yet cau bend to please and win!

My diadem, though sparkling bright,
Not dazzles but allures the sight;
The jewel's mildest radiance shed,
Inspiring love-dispelling dread!

There blue-eyed amethyst is seen,
And emerald of lively green;
Pity and youth in fond embrace,
Soft image of the ductile race!
The topaz, rich in golden ray,
Joy-like is ever bright and gay;
The ruby-but he glares too strong,
Remove the dazzler from the throng;
Semblance of glory, bane of rest,
He must not rear his vengeful crest:
His place let adamant supply,
Whose lustre may with honor vie!
And here the snowy pearl allot
Her modest merit we forgot;
As chastity, so pure from vice,
As chastity-that pearl of price!
Ab! is there yet a vacant place,
Nor pebble left the void to grace?
That precious stone myself supply,
From the rare mine-humanity!
Behold the jewel's mild display!
No dross adheres to cloud her ray;
But beautiful, angelic, bright,

She cheers and gladdens mortal sight!
'Tis mercy! loveliest, rarest gem!
Despots at will my choice condemn!
Mercy! more precious than renown,
The noblest jewel in a monarch's crown!

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