survive long enough to introduce him; but I would fain hope that he will meet with a favourable reception, and that, in addition to the flattering honours which greeted my birth, and instead of the fair promises which deceived my hope, more diligent exertions and more persevering efforts may be expected. Let it be remembered that one honest endeavour is worth ten fair promises."

Having thus spoken, the Old Year fell back on his couch, nearly exhausted, trembling so violently as to shake the last shower of yellow leaves from his canopy. Let us all haste to testify our gratitude for his services, and repentance for the abuse of them, by improving the remaining days of his existence, and by remembering the solemn promises we made him in his youth.

How swiftly pass our years!
How soon the night comes on;
A train of hopes and fears,
And human life is gone!

See, the fair summer now is past;

The foliage late that clad the trees

Stript by their equinoctial blast,

Falls, like the dew-drops on the breeze.

Cold winter hastens on,

Fair nature feels his grasp;

Weeps over all her beauties gone,

And sighs their glory past.

So life, thy summer soon will end;
Thine autumn too will quick decay,
And winter come, when thou shalt bend
Within the tomb to mould away.

But summer will return,

In all her beauties dress'd!

Nature shall yet rejoice again,

And be by man caress'd.

But, ah! life's summer pass'd away,

Can never, never hope return!

Cold winter comes; with cheerless ray,

To beam upon its dreary urn!

Then may we daily seek

A mansion in the skies,

Where summers never cease,

And glory never dies!

There an eternal SPRING shall bloom, With joy as vast as angels' powers! And thrice ten thousand harps in tune Shall praise the love that made it ours.

POETRY.