A SUMMER EVENING WALK WITH LUCY.

"Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo,
Dulce loquentem!"

COME! and let us, free from care,
Taste a bliss which none may share!
Bliss-which freshens every sense―
Dew of love and innocence !
From the city let us hie,

Far from ken of common eye,

To the deep-retired green-wood,

(Sweet retreat of solitude!)

Where the wanton evening breeze

Toys with the yielding trees;

Where the thrush, from hidden spray,

Pours its varied roundelay,

While the cuckoo's simple note

Ever and anon doth float,

O'er russet heath and bright'ning fields
Where the lark its bower builds ;—
O the transports of its song
Shed the welkin blue along !—
Let us seek the spreading moor,
Where the sheep their pasture poor
Nibble, midst the furze and broom,
Flaunting in their scented bloom!

Sweet to mark the puny lamb
Toddling to its bleating dam!
Sweet to see it suck its fill

While the mother stands so still!-
Sweet to hear the lively linnet
Tell the tale of love that's in it!
Sweet to hear its callow brood
Faintly chirping for their food;
While the mother every wile
Tries our footsteps to beguile,-
Flutters in a false alarm

Where she apprehends no harm!
Come along and list, with me,
Th' humming of belated bee;
Sweet to hear it, all alive,

Booming to the busy hive!

Would I were some wand'ring bee,

Could I find sweet flowers-like thee!

List-the beetle's drowsy horn!
List-the land-rail midst the corn!

Let the ravished hearing mark
Music-in the watch-dog's bark!
Music-in the lengthened lowe
Of the home-returning cow!
Music-in the shrill huzza

Of the youngling rustic's play!
How the eye exults to roam
O'er wide heaven's cloudless dome,
Gazing on the setting sun

As he rests on mountain dun.
Down he is!-but we shall soon
Find companion in the moon,-
See! she peers above the ocean-

Serene-amid its deep commotion !
Bootless though her friendly ray
To our loving-ling'ring way,
While we see her calmly roll,
Oh!-'tis healing to the soul!
Feebly though a star or two
Twinkle in the depth of blue,-
One flashes in the west above-
Enough enough!-the star of love!
Come!-and let our mutual glance
Nature's every charm enhance !
More than all her charms I spy
In the glances of that eye!
As they dart from thee to me—
Signs which none may feel save we!
How I love to hear thy tongue
All these pleasant sounds among !
Wrapt in a delicious dream-
Heedless of it should I seem;
Chide me!—I will not complain !
Since I hear thee speak again!
Nought a rapture can impart
Like words glowing from the heart,
Save it be the conscious flutter
Of the love-it may not utter,
When it glistens in the eye-

Thrills the blood-and wakes the sigh!

What these sights-these sounds to me?— What were life—if wanting thee ?—

Sweet oblivion of the cares

Toils and fears—and woes of life-
Toils and fears-and woes so rife!

If a foretaste e'er be given

Of the unknown bliss of Heaven :-
If the blessed e'er be sent
To our earth-on mercy bent-
Prompting good-or warding ill
With a power-strong though still :
If a chosen time there be,
For the parting soul to flee
From its prison-house of clay

To the realms of nightless day :

Heaven-caught feeling whispers reason"This-this must be the hallow'd season!"

R

To the cherished associations investing this most ancient, well-conducted, and useful seminary, no little violence has occasionally been done by the tamperings of pretentious innovation. But, while some new arrangements may claim approval on the score of manifest utility, yet the undeniable results of others seem to be gradually awakening, in the public mind, the conviction that mere change is not always synonymous with improvement. We must be permitted to regret the removal of the school from a locality where it had flourished for some six centuries, a memorial of royal munificence, of which it proved itself not unworthy, by the fruits of the labours of many an able and zealous teacher in succeeding generations. It was certainly in operation towards the close of the thirteenth