What avails my hoarded store

Of barley-sugar, comfits sweet; Thou art by my side no more; Vacant is thy wonted seat!

I miss thee from my side,
With thy query oft repeated;
On thy rocking-horse astride,
Or beneath my table seated :---
Or when tired, and overheated
With a summer-day's delight,
Many a childish aim defeated,

Sleep hath overpowered thee quite!

IV.

I miss thee from my side

When brisk Punch is at the door;Vainly pummels he his bride,

Judy's wrongs can charm no more! He may beat her till she's sore, She may die, and he may flee; Though I loved their squalls of yore, What's the pageant now to me!

M

V.

I miss thee from my side,

When the light of day grows pale;
When with eyelids opened wide,
Thou wouldst list the oft-told tale,
And the murdered babes bewail ;-
Yet so greedy of thy pain,
That, when all my lore would fail,
I must needs begin again!

VI.

I miss thee from my side

In the haunts that late were thine ;
Where thy twinkling feet would glide,
And thy clasping fingers twine ;-
Here are chequered tumblers nine,—
Silent relics of thy play ;-
Here the mimic tea-things shine,

Thou wouldst wash the live-long day!

VII.

Thy drum hangs on the wall;

Thy bird-organ's sounds are o'er : Dogs and horses great and small— Wanting some a leg or more;

Cows and sheep-a motley store

All are stabled 'neath thy bed; And not one but can restore

Memories sweet of him that's fled!

VIII.

I miss thee from my side,
Blithe cricket of my hearth!
Oft in secret have I sighed

For thy chirping voice of mirth :
When the low-born cares of earth
Chill my heart, or dim my eye,
Grief is stifled in its birth,

If my little prattler's nigh!

IX.

I miss thee from my side,

With thy bright, ingenuous smile; With thy glance of infant pride, And the face no tears defile ::Stay, and other hearts beguile, Hearts that prize thee fondly too; I must spare thy pranks awhile; — Cricket of my hearth, adieu!

THE CONSEQUENCES OF BAD

SPELLING,

Exemplified in Three Letters.

Miss Emma Walford, to her Aunt, Mrs. Wilson.

MY DEAR AUNT,

I take the opportunity of sending a letter by Mr. Green, to let you see whether I am improved in my writing, as I wrote to you about this time last year; and to tell you, that I hope you will come to see us soon, as I have so many things to shew you. I have been to see a real play since I saw you,— I never laughed so much in all my life; it was so curious, to see so many people all in tears one above another!

Mr. Bedford comes to see us very often;-you know what a droll man he is he has got a new tail—I am sure you would laugh at it. As the

weather is so fine, mamma allows me to have a great deal of thyme in my garden, which, you know, is very nice. You will be sorry to hear that the old ewe is dead, as it was a great favourite of your's; and all our furs have been destroyed by lightning. William's paths are all spoiled again,— but he has such a bad gait-it always will be so 'till he can mend it. It is so long since we have seen our cousins, that we are afraid they are ill,— papa means to send George, to-morrow, to sea. It is so warm that I am writing out of doors, close by the beach, with a large plain before me; George has just got a nice plaice, as well as myself; I am very busy making nets, as we are going to have a sail, to-morrow; I wish you were here. It is my birth-day; ; papa has brought me down a beau,-he says I am now quite old enough to have a beau, as I can be trusted; and I am to have my hair dressed to day. I have had several presents, and one is the nicest little deer in the world,-I long to buy a fine cage for it. I am very much obliged to you for the globes you were kind enough to promise me. William gave me a small pair, to day;—he has been learning to shoot with a gun, and he was very nearly laming himself for life,- for he stuffed his toe in so tight he could not get it out, and papa