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The Harp of Sorrow. I gave my Harp to Sorrow’s hand, And she has ruled the chords so long, Th< y will not speak at my command, They warble only to her song. Of dear departed hours, Too fondly loved to last, The dew, the breath, the bloom of flowers That died untimely in the blast; Ol long, long years of future care, f 1 ill lingering Nature y ields her breath, And endless ages ol despair, Beyond the judgment-day of death— The weeping Minstrel sings; And while her numbers flow, My Spirit trembles through the strings, And every note is full of woe. [strain, Would Gladness move a sprightlier And wake this wild harp’s clearest tones ; The strings, impatient to complain, Are dumb, or only utter moans. And yet to soothe the mind W ith luxury of grief, The Soul, to suffering all resign’d, In Sorrow’s musick feels relief. J hus o er the light Leman Ivre, 'I he winch of dark November stray, touch the quick nerve of every wire, And on its nagick pulses play ; rill all the air around, Mysterious murmurs fill, A strange bewildering dream of sound, Most heavenly sweet—vet mournful [still. O natch the Harp from Sorrow's hand, Hoi’i:! who has been a stranger long : strike it with sublime command, And be the Poet’s Life th\ song !. Of vanish'd troubles sing, Oi b ars forever fled, OI il ,v;tr that hear the voice of Spring, And’ ui t k blossom hum the dead ! Oi contentment, health, repose., ‘A :\ n< (!• light , while years increase ; /\nd weary lib’s triumphant elo.e In some calm sunset hour of peace ; Oi bliss that reigns above, Celestial May of Youth, Unchanging as jr.iiovAii's l«,ve, And e\ eilasting as his truth ■, Sing heavenly Hope; and dart thine hand O’er my frail harp, untoned so long, That harp shall breathe at thy command, Immortal sweetness through the song. Ah ! then this gloom control, And at thy voice shall start A new creation in my soul, And anew Eden in my heart/ Anecdote. A lady expressing her surprise on seeing Dr. Parr, at breakfast, cutting slice after slice of a huge gammon of Yorkshire bacon; the Doctor, first ta king a draught of porter, (which with a pipe, forms constantly a part of his morn ing repast), replied—“-You w ill not de ny, madam, that mine is a literary break fast, when you reflect that I am making exracts from Bacon.'' It is SWEET 1 It is charming! It is BEAUTIFUL* The words sweet, charming and beau tiful, are of peculiar use- in the sublime ly vague dialect of sentiment; for bv having no meaning at all in their appli cation, they may be made to mean any thing. Narcissa had just returned from her evening ramble, when to !x* sure, she had had a charming walk, the moon shone sweetly, and it was a beautiful night. Moll bad beat the dog till she had raised the whole tamily with his bowl ings. When inquiry was made, what the difficulty w as, behold ! the saucy brute had spilled a beautiful pail of swill. Cxoody A"ruckle, it she could have walked on three now, halt a- well as she could once on two, would have taken (ioody Trott dow n ct liar, to have shown i her a <• harming barrel of pork. It was expected the speckled pullet would lay two eggs a day,because John ny had built .nveet hen-roost. A connoisseur, only, could have un de rstood tlic following :— Says Ned to Jack, don’t von think this M iss Snip a charming little toad ? Not i so very agreeable neither, says Jack. Von mistake brother, says Ned; she | dresses sweetly, her form ij charming, and she sings beautifully. Strangers sometimes make gross mis takes.— Monsier had been in the coun try hut a little time, but by close appli cation bad acquired a good grammati cal knovvh dge of our language. He In I, by his own inquiries, and the assistant ■ oi his instructor, found out that the epi thct sweet had reference to the smelt ot taste, charming to something vocal and beautiful to some visWte object; that it was therefore proper to sav, a swee* taste, or a sweet savour, a’ charming singer, a beautiful prospect, or a beau’ tiful woman.—With all this information however, he was entirely unacquainted with the more fashionable application of these terms ; which alone can apolo gize for the following blunder :—Hi* landlady, among other specimens of her economy, was one clay expatiating on her frugality in having fatted a hog by the slops and crumbs of her own saving, and concluded this panegyrick by de claring that it was a beautiful hog.— Monsieur told her that he had been in the country but a little time, had seen hut a lew of its curiosities, and that it would make him v^rv happy to see her beautiful hog. Upon the approach of his henelactor to the yard, this paragon oi ugliness, dissonance and stench, ac costed her with his usual melody, which however, at this time, hunger had made more sonorous than ever. There, Mon sieur, says Madam, is not this a beauti ful hog t \\ hy, Madam, says he, with a little amazement, I have seen hogs look Very like him before ; do you call him handsome? But, Monsieur, is it not a charming hog ? Upon my honour, Ma dam, he does make a grunt exactly like our hogs. But say, Monsieur, is it not a sweet hog ? Sweet/ he may taste very wc 11, but lie does smell just like our hog.i in France. Credulity. The people in Provence, in France, were formerly remarkably given to be lieve and report strange and surprising tales. About fortv years ago, as the story goes, one of the inhabitants of the place went to the famous town ol Tou lon on business, and reflecting, on his return, on the disposition ol his country men to believe anil report strange news, he thought < fa scheme to surprise them.. Accordingly when men asked for news, he reported that a tree had just grown up »n the mouth of the harbour of Tou lon, so big and strong, w ith branches ex tending bom side to side, so thick and diftii ult to be removed, that the royal navy could neither pass in nor go out of the harbour,& there was a great probabi lity ol thu harbour’s being ruined by it. The reporter being delayed by business on his journey home, the report got ti ll ad ot him, and he heard it told so of u-ti, that he entirely forgot that he waa