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My Cousin William:
Books for Children.
AMERICAN JOURNAL OF SCIENCE.
Evelyn and Pepys.
The Three Racans.
Bartlett's Travels in Texas, Mexico, and Adventuro in a Tunnel.
142 England, France, Germany and Russia. . 376
Future Price of Whcat.
LIVING NOTES OF A TRAVELLER.
British Ministers and their critics.
INDEX TO VOL. XLII.
Alexander and Nicholas,
328 Haydon's Napoleon,
358 Happy Horatio,
28 Japan entering Commercial World, 189
Knight's Old Printer,
New Books,73, 96, 193, 240, 241, 337, 384, 480, 616
73 Portrait Gallery, at Sydenham Palace, 231
502 Paper Materials,
327, 361, 602
260 Angels, Two,
Coalition Government, and War,
2 Russians at Constantinople, Prophecy of, 314
481 South America, United States Policy in,
481 Satire and Satirists,
Songs from the Dramatists,
Gold, Change for,
Wearyfoot Common, 32, 74, 116, 162
LITTELL'S LIVING AGE — No. 528.- 1 JULY, 1854.
FROY GEMS OF MOORE.
To the pleasure-loving inhabitants of Paris,ges for which the French are famous, or gayly St. Cloud offers one of those delightful places tripping on the greensward to the enlivening of resort which, in the neighborhood of a great sound of some popular air, a sense of pleasure city, seems to transport the beholder hundreds and joy animates the whole being, and, pleasing of miles from the capital, and by rendering cheap and pleased, diffuses itself around in all those and innocent pleasures easy of access, does more little graces and amenities which have made to ameliorate the condition of the lower orders French politeness proverbial throughout the than can well be imagined. From the noise and world. dust of manufactories, from the glare and oppressive atmosphere of the crowded work-room; Gayly sounds the castanet, and, also, but too often, from the deficiences and
Beating time to bounding feet,
When, after daylight's golden set, discomforts of an ill-regulated house — to the
Maid and youths by moonlight meet. toiling artisan and ever-bending seamstress, how Oh, then, how sweet to move enchanting the transition to the shades and ver- Through all that maze of mirth, dure of St. Cloud, whose beautiful Lauterne,
Led by light from eyes we love
Beyond all eyes on earth. modelled from the tower of Demosthenes at Athens, finely placed on a lofty eminence, com
Then, the joyous banquet spread mands a noble prospect of the surrounding On the cool and fragrant ground, country; here, seated beneath the magnificent With heaven's bright sparklers overhead, old trees that wave over them with a thousand
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh, then, how sweet to say gentle influences, the smiling landscape at their
Into some loved one's car, feet, whose shining river, spanned by its superb Thoughts reserved through many a day bridges, reflects the palaces on its banks, and
To be thus whisper'd here. the gayly-dressed groups whose many-colored
When the dance and feast are done, garments are seen amongst the groves, the spark- Arm in arm as bome we stray, ling fountains, and shadowy walks in all direc- How sweet to see the dawning sun tions, life insensibly assumes a more cheering as
O'er her cheek's warm blushes play!
Then, too, the farewell kisspect: its pains and penalties are either forgotten
The words, whose parting tone or borne more easily; and indulging in the harm
Lingers still in dreams of bliss, less luxury of some of those fantastic bevera-! That haunt young hearts alone.
" A lovely day
Of her slumbers deep in the hushed noontide,
Laid in the shadows cool and wide,
Of her active hands that strive to bring
To fruition the work of her sister Spring :
Comes Autumn: a warrior blade he wields; And floating robe of a thousand dies;
Affrighted, sweet Summer her treasure yields. Of her cheek's soft hue
Then flushes her cheek--and her pulse grows slow, Where the blush shows through.
And into her eyes comes a look of woe And her forehead bathed in morning dew, As she gathers her floating robes to go: Of her happy song so sweet and mild,
And with some fair flowers still in her hand, Of her breath, as pure as the breath of a child, Companioned o'er head by a songster band, Over her lips all undefiled :
She passes on to a southern land. Of her languishing air at the evening hour,
'Twas thus a day When shadows creep through grove and bower, In the lap of May And dews weigh down the closing flower :
Sat singing of Summer not far away. Of her joyous shout in the early morn,
And the words of her song Over the hills and woodlands borne,
Were caught by a throng Answered by Echo's dulcet horn :
Of bursting buds that hasted along."