Yet shuns the ruddy cye of morning,
The shaggy woods' green shade adorning.
Srinple floweret! child of May!
Though hid from the broad

gaze

of day,
Doom'd in the shade thy sweets to shed,
Unnotic'd droops thy languid head;
Still nature's darling thou'lt remain,
She feeds thee with her softest rain ;
Fills each sweet bud with honied tears,
With genial gales thy bosom cheers.
Ah! then, unfold thy simple charms
To yon deep thicket's circling arms ;
Par from the fierce and sultry glare,
No heedless hand shall harm thee there.
Still, then, avoid the gaudy scene,
The flaunting sun, the embroider'd green,
And bloom and fade in chaste reserve unseen.

ON FALSEHOOD.
Teach, O LORD, a helpless youth,
Always to attend to truth
O conduct me in the way;
Leading to eternal day.
Ananias, I am told,
Made a lie, to save his gold;
He a dreadful fate did meet,
Falling dead at PETER's feet.
False SAPPAIRA, too, his wife,
Ended awfully her life ;
Suddenly behold her die,
After joining in the lie.
Falsehood may I never tell,
Lest I be sent down to hell;
And of sin's reward partake,
In the ever-burning lake.
Rescue from this sin and shame;
From the soul-tormenting ilame
Save me, O thou God of truth,
Save a praying, helpless youth.

EPITAPH ON A YOUNG WOMAN,
Ix dawn of life she wisely sought her God,
And the straight path of thorny virtue trod.
Fond to oblige, too gentle to offend,
Belor'd by all, to all the good a friend,
The bad she censur'd by her life alone,
Blind to their faults, severe upon her owa.

In others' griefs a tender part she bore,
And with the needy shar'd her little store;
At distance view'd the world, with pious dread,
And to God's temple for protection fled ;
There sought that peace which Heaven alone can gire,
And learn'd to die, ere others learn to live.

REFLECTIONS IN THE MONTH OF MAY.

(Communicated by Mr. W. B. BROWNE.) Sopt are the fruitful showers that bring The welcome promise of the Spring,

And soft the vernal gale ;
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove,
The voice of nature and of love,

That gladdens every vale.
But softer in the mourner's ear
Sounds the mild voice of Mercy near,

That wbispers sips forgiven;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the ravish'd soul she tells

Of peace and promisd heaven.
Fair are the flowers that deck the ground,
And groves and gardens blooming round,

A thousand charm's unfold ;
Bright as the sun's meridian ray,
Bright as the beams of setting day,

That clothes the clouds with goid.
But fairer far the pious breast,
In richer robes of goodness drest,

Where heavenly graces shine;
And brighter far the prospects rise,
That burst on faith's delighted eyes,

From glories all divine.
All earthly charms, however dear,
Howe'er they please the eye or ear,

Will quickly fade and fly;
Of earthly glory short the blaze,
And soon the transitory rays

In endless darkness die.
The nobler beauties of the just
Shall never moulder in the dust,

Nor know a sad decay;
Their honours, time and death defy,
For round the throne of heaven on high,

Shines everlasting day.
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AN ACCOUNT OF ALNWICK CASTLE:
Communicated by the Rev. J. B. HOLROYD.

(WITH A WOOD-CUT.) On seeing an ancient pile of building, which has outlived the vicissitudes of many ages, with all the revolutions and changes that have shaken the foundations of neighbouring kingdoms and states, we natu. rally desire to know something of its history. Such an interesting object is that noble and majestic structure, Alowick Castle, the seat of his Grace the Duke of Noré thumberland. A castle on this site, which rises gradually with a fine elevation from the south side of the river Aln, is supposed to have been built in the time of the Romans; but no part of the original structure is HOW remaining. A few years ago, when the castle-keep, or dungeon, was taken down to be repaired, under the present walls were discovered the foundations of other buildings, and some of the stones appeared to VOL, VI.

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