el,
Earned for the lowly three the scanty meal.

Close by yon smithy stood the village inn,
Where farmers clinched each bargain o'er a glass;
And oft, amid mirth's unrestricted din,
Would Time with softer foot, and swifter pass.
The husband here his noisy revel kept,
While by her lonely hearth the good wife wept.

At lazy twilight, 'neath yon ancient elm,
The village statesmen met in grave debate,
And sagely told, if at their country's helm,
How bravely they would steer the ship of state
From treacherous quicksands or from leeward shore,
And all they said, betrayed their wondrous lore.

I've seen the thoughtless rustic pass thee by;
In thee, perhaps, his ancestors were bred,
And, at my question, point without a sigh,
Where calmly rest thy unremembered dead;
I asked thy fate, and, as he answered, smiled,
'Thus looked these ruins since I was a child.'

Methinks, Burnside, I see thee in thy prime,
When thou wert blessed with innocent content,
Thy robust dwellers, prodigal of time,
Yet still with cheerful heart to labor went;
Nor envied lordly pomp, with courtly train,
Of empty rank and fruitful acres vain.

Methinks I see a summer evening pass,
When thou wert peopled, and in sinless glee
Methinks the lusty ploughman and his lass
Dance with unmeasured mirth, enraptured, free,
While seated from the joyous throng apart,
The blind musician labors at his art.

Though fancy, wayward as the vagrant wind,
May picture scenes of unambitious taste,
Yet vainly now, we look around to find
Thy early beauty mid this dreary waste;
Unmourned, unmissed, thus in thy fallen state,
Thou art an emblem of the common fate!

Before the stern destroyer all shall bow,
And sweet Burnside, like thine, 'twill be my lot
To lie a ruin, tenantless and low,
By friends unmentioned, and by foes forgot:
As earth's uncounted millions I shall be--
No mortal think, no record speak of me!

KENNETH ROOKWOOD.

CORONATION OF GEORGE THE FOURTH.

BY THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT.

There is one great and peculiar characteristic in all the movements of
JOHN BULL. A more gullible epitome of the human race does not exist. Let
the case be right or wrong, only apply to him an inflammatory preparation,
through the medium of a little exaggerated truth, and his frame is
prepared to rece