“ Bees may now be seen in the garden, culling their various sweets, with never-ceasing industry, and seizing every hour of sunshine and of mild weather to pursue their task of collecting materials for their honied condiment, so grateful to the palate of man."

BRIEF ASTRONOMICAL NOTICES,

FOR MARCH, 1822.. “On the 24th, the crescent of the Moon is seen for above two hours after sun-set in the west, forming, with Saturn and Jupiter under the three first stars of the Ram, a striking appearance; and she will evidently have passed above them before her next appearance. On the 25th, Jupiter and Saturn are seen below her, and she has moved rapidly from them.

Mercury is in his inferior conjunction on the 8th, and consequently after that time a morning star, and before it too near the Sun for observations. On the 21st, he is stationary.

“ Venus is in her inferior conjunction on the 10th, too near the Sun before that time to be noticed, and after it she becomes a morning-star. On the 30th she is stationary, her motion being retrograde to that time. Her great northern latitude enables her, notwithstanding the unfavourableness of the position of the ecliptic, to fappear much earlier after she has passed the conjunction, than she would otherwise have done ; for in nine days after the conjunction, she is above an hour and a quarter abore the horizon before sun-rise.

“ Mars is on the meridian at ten minutes past eleven at night on the ist, and at nineteen minutes past nine on the 25th.

" Jupiter is an evening star. Below him is Saturn, and his distance from this planet is continually increasing. “ Saturn and Herschel are evening stars."

(Evening Amusements.)

POETRY.

AN ADDRESS TO A SNOW-DROP.
Child of hoary Winter's reign,
Fairest of the flowery train !
I love to mark thy modest bell,

Meekly bow'd in lowly dell,
The Spring's first offering to the infant year.

The flowers that deck the green hill's side,
Nor all the richer garden's pride,
Impart such dear delight to me,

As thus, in some low vale, to see,
While wintry winds yet rave, thy vestal form appear.

The Harebell, with its cup of blue,
Teeming with autumnal dew,
May cheer the mountain shepherd's way,

At the early peep of day;
Or o'er some hermit's crystal fountain wave,

Or bloom about his silent cell,
With its widely swinging bell;
Or, where around yon sacred place

The ivy twines with close embrace,
May wet with dewy tears some village maiden's grave.

The Rose, in nature's charms array'd,
Its opening bud but half display'd,
May scent the breezy breath of morn,

Its sweets on early zephyrs borne
To woods and lawns, and rocky vales unknown;

Or when some lover's heart is gay,
On his hymeneal day,
In a flowery chaplet tied,

May, haply, deck his blooming bride,-
Its modest, blushing charms just opening like her own.

But, О sweet flower, not all their hues,
Nursed in summer's softest dews,
Can ever match thy spotless form,

Cradled in the angry storm,
While wintry winds their own sad requiems sing.

Thus ere the storms of life are past,
Celestial Hope endures the blast,
Bids us the tempest's fury brave,

And points to realms beyond the grave,
Where sweets perennial grow, through one eternal

spring

LINES (Written by a Young Person on her recent Separation from affectionate

Relatives.) FAREWELL to the pleasures I lately have known,

To each social endearing delight; As a swift winged arrow those pleasures are flown,

And have scarce left a trace of their flight.

For me, I no longer my head may recline

Serene on a Mother's fond breast;
The smiles of my Father no longer are mine,

No more on his bosom caress'd.
Yet over my bleeding disconsolate heart,

Which on earth no enjoyment must know,
Let Mercy her heavenly comforts impart,

And the joys of religion bestow.
For soon shall all earthly delights pass away,

Like the fair fading blossoms of spring ;
In vain we solicit the fugitives' stay,

They die while their beauty we sing. But, oli! there are joys of more permanent kind,

That bloom in the regions above;
They are pure as the clime, and appear to the mind

As the flowers amaranthine of love.
O let me then chase these soft sorrows away,

And banish their sighs from my breast;
The voice of my SAVIOUR with pleasure obey,

And secure in his promises rest.
DN.

P.M.

EPITAPH ON LAWRENCE POLWHELE,
An infant Child, buried in the Church-Yard of Manaccan.
Yes, thou art spar'd full many a pang,

Escap'd from sin and care ;
And ever shall a SAVIOUR's love

Such sainted children share.
"Hail,” with affection, “ hail,” he cries,

66 These ransom'd babes of grace ;
For lo! their angels e'er behold

In Heaven my Father's face.”
Thither I see the seraph's wings

Earth's little strangers bear :
Thee, LAWRENCE, child of innocence,

Thine angel greets thee there.

Printed by T. CORDEUX, 14, City-Road, London.

JANNES HOLM, a Native of NORWEGIAN LAPLAND, with his Wife and Child, Rein-Deer, &c.

Now exhibiting at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly, London,