Poetry.

Poetry .

THE LANE . BV BEV . AV . BARNES . Tiffir do say that a travelling chap Have put in the newspaper now , That the bit of green gz-ound on the map Should all be took in for the plough . He do fancy 'tis easy to show

That we can be but stirnpolls at best , For to leave a green spot where a flower might grovr Or a foot weary ivalker might rest . 'Tis hedge grubben , Thomas , and ledge grubben , Never a-done While a sov ' ren more ' s to be won . The road he elo say is so wide

As 'tis wanted for travellers' ivheels—As if all that did travel did ride And did never get galls on their heels . He would leave sioh a thin strip of ground , That if a man ' s feet in his shoes Were burning and sore—AA-hy he couldn't sit down . But the ivheels ivould run over his toes . For 'tis make moneyThomasand take money

, , , What ' s sold and bought Is all that is worthy of thought . Years ago the lane skies did bear grass For the geese to pull at wi' red bills ; They did hiss at the folks that did pass , Or the boys that pick up their Avhite quills , Sot shortly , il four if or five

Of our goslings do creep from the egg , They must mope in the garden more dead than alive , In a coop , or tied up by the leg ; For to catch at land , Thomas , and snatch at land . NOAV is the plan , Make money wherever you can , The children ivill soon have no place

For to play in ; and if they do groiv They will have a thin mushroom face , With their bodies as sumple as dough . But a man ' s made of a child , And his limbs do grow worksome by play , And if the young child ' s little body is spoiled , "Wh y the man ' s will the sooner decay . But wealth is worth more than health is worth , Let it all go , It ivill bring but a soi-ereigu or two .

For to breed the young fox or the hare We can give up ivhole acres of ground ; But the greens be begrudged for to rear Our young eliiklren up healthy and sound . Why there won't be left the next age , A green spot where their feet can go free ; Anil the cuckoo ivill soon be committed to cage

For a trespass in somebody ' s tree . For 'tis locking up , Thomas , and blocking up , Stranger or brother , Men mustn't come nigh one another-. One day I went in at a gate With my child , wbere an echo did sound , And the owner came and did rate

up As if I ivould cart off his ground . But his field and Ins grass ivere all let , And the damage that he could have took Were , at most , that the while I did open the gate I did rub round the eye on the hook . But 'tis drive him out , Thomas , and heave him out . Trample no grounds

Unless you bo avter the hounds . j Ah , tho squire of Cuiverdell Hall Was as different as light is from dark , With some folk that , as evening did fall , Had broke through long grass in his park ; For he went Avith a smile for to meet With the trespassersAvhile they did

, pass , And he said " 1 do fear you'll catch cold in your feet , You ' ve a-walkecl through so much of my grass . " His mild words , Thomas , cut ' em like swords , Thomas , Newly a-whet , Aud went further with them than a threat ,

Selections From Poetry Of The Seventeenth Century.

SELECTIONS FROM POETRY OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY .

THE OLD MAN'S WISH . IF I live to gi-OAV old , as I find I go down , Let this bo my fate in a country ton-n ; May I have a AA'arm house AA'ith a stone at my gate , And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate . May I govern my passions ivith an absolute sway , And grow Aviser and better as my strength Avears away ;

Wearing out my life ' s term by a gentle decay . In a village retired , by a murmuring brook , With the ocean at distance on ivhich I may look ; With a Avide spacious plain without hedge , roiv , or stile , And an easy pad nag to ride out a mile , May I govern , & c . With Horace aud Piutarchand one or two more

, Of the best wits that lived in the ages before : With a dish of roast mutton , not ven ' sou , nor teal , And clean—though coarse—linen at every meal . May I govern , & e . With a pudding on Sunday and stout brimming liquor , And remnants of Lathi to puzzle the vicar ; With a hidden reserve , too , of Burgundy wine

To drink the king ' s health as oft as ive dine . May I govern , & c . With a good courage , thus may I face ray last clay , And AA-hen I am dead may the better sort say" In the morning when sober , in the evening ivhen mellow—He ' s gone , and has not left behind him his fellow . For he governed his passions with an absolute sway , And grew wiser and better as his strength wore aivay ; Wearing out his life ' s term by a gentle decay . "

Correspondece.

CORRESPONDECE .

v [ THE EDITOT . does not hold'himself responsible for any opinions entertained by Correspondents . ' ) THE GOVERNESSES' BENEVOLENT INSTITUTION . TO TIIE EDITOR OE THE TREEJIASOXS' MAGAZINE AND MASOXIC MIRROR . DEAR Sin AND BKOTIIEB , —I venture to ask for space in your

columns to again call attention to the case of Miss Harriet Crane , a very interesting letter from whom you AA * ere good enough to insert in your number of April 20 th , 1859 ( vol . vL , p . 74-1 ) . This lady was in early life a pupil of the Girls School , to which she was admitted in 1799 , through the influence of the founder , Chevalier Bnspiui ; she is noiv , in her seventieth year , a candidate for the Governesses' Benevolent Institution . At the election in May

last , she ivas the highest but one of the unsuccessful candidate . * :, and I have strong reason to hope that , if a vigorous effort be made at the election on the Gth of November next , an annuity may be secured to her for thc remainder of her days . But there ivill be a severe struggle , as , out of one hundred and fifty-one candidates , only three are to be elected . I am endeavouring to obtain for her all the votes I can ; and if brethren ivho are or ivho may become

subscribers AA'ill kindly forward their votes to me , I AA-ill take care that they are duly recorded . I am , clear Sir and Brother , yours truly and fraternally , 3 , Ingram Court , Fenchurch Street , " Jonx SY - MOXI ) 3 . ' October Will , 1859 . [ We hear that our R . W . Bro . B . Bond Cabbell , Prov , G . M . for Norfolk , has given all his votes to Miss Crane , an example ivhich ive trust will be exteiisii'ely followed . ]

ALGERIAN SCENEEY . — I have seen Siviss mountains and Lombard plains , Scotch lochs and Welsh mountains , but never anything so unhearthly , so delicate , so aerial , as the long stretches of blue mountain and shining sea ; the dark cypresses , relieved against a background of a thousand dainty tints , and tlie massive white Moorish houses gleaming out from the grey mysterious green of the ivoods of olive trees ; the foreground full of blueish aloes and prickly cacti , aud the rocky slopes covered ivith curious and finelcut vegetation—cyclamenlarge leaved ivoryaucl a

y , , jir-ofusion of African clematis , ivith large bells of greenish white ; while for living interests , we have camels and asses ridden by ivhite-clotlied Arabs , and Moors in beautiful gay dresses , aud representatives of almost every nation under heaven , —Botlichmis Aliicr ' m .