...sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As In; dances about the sun. 1 wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers...

...noon-day dreams ; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,...

...noon -day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,...

...waken The sweet hirds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's hreast, As she dances ahout the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And...pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains helow, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While 1 sleep in...

...a peaceful grave ! [See letter from PANSY in " Chat."] The Cloud. I BRING fresh showers for thirsty flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light...again, I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass it in thunder. New Way of Curing a Toper. THE New York Tribune publishes the following thrilling sketch...

...summer. 'Tis the haunt Of every gentle wind whose breath can teach The wilds to love tranquillity. THE CLOUD. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers...

...bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade tor the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. THE LAXDSCAPE.-DTI*. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ? The fountain's...

...and rave, And April weeps — but, O ye hours ! Follow with May's fairest flowers. THE CLOUD. I BEING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. THOMAS HOOD, a minor poet of this century, is best known as a humorous writer. But many of his pieces...

...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rooked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers...

...general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause — An awful pause, prophetic of her end. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. THE LANDSCAPE.— DYHU Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ? The fountain's...