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DAYS OF MY YOUTH.

There is no part of life so happy as youth; the following lines, written by a celebrated man now living in England, show with what regret he looks back to the pleasant days of his boyhood.

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All things I loved are alter'd so,

Nor does it ease my heart to know
That change resides in me!

Oh, for the garb that mark'd the boy-
The trowsers made of corduroy,

Well ink'd with black and red ;

The crownless hat - ne'er deem'd an ill, It only let the sunshine still

Repose upon my head!

Oh, for the riband round the neck!
The careless dogs' ears apt to deck
My book and collar both!
How can this formal man be styled
Merely an Alexandrine child,
A boy of larger growth?

Oh, for that small, small beer anew;
And (Heaven's own type,) that mild sky blue
That wash'd my sweet meals down ;
The master even- and that small Turk
That fagg'd me!-worse is now my work;
A fag for all the town!

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Then home, sweet home; the crowded coach

The joyous shout -the loud approach;

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The winding horns, like rams';

The meeting sweet, that made me thrill;
The sweetmeats, almost sweeter still,
No "satis" to the "jams."

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THE RATS AND THE BARLEY.

SOME Rats, having found a sack of barley deposited in the corner of a garret, enjoyed themselves every day, in feasting abundantly upon it, till it was all gone. The winter now set in, but they had no provision, and none could they get at in the neighborhood. "How foolish were we," said one of them, "that we did not eat less at a time, and then we might have had plenty to last us all the winter."

THE BRAMIN.

NEAR the banks of the Ganges, a mighty river held sacred by the Hindoos, natives of the great peninsula of Hindostan, is a stupendous cataract, that rushes with impetuous force over the scattered fragments of the rocks, dashing its silver foam from fall to fall, till it reaches a basin below, whence it flows in a rapid stream, through shady woods of tall forest trees, till its waters are lost in the Ganges.

At the bottom of the lower fall, is a great hollow cavern, venerated by the Hindoos with religious superstition, from the inside of which, the descent of the cataract is seen in full view, forming part of the arc of a great circle. This cavern was the favorite retreat, for solemn meditation, of an aged bramin, who officiated as chief priest in a temple raised at a few miles' distance on the shore of a sacred stream.

The temple, or pagoda, as it is often called, is a stone building, rising to a great height in the form of a pyramid, with a flat top. The outside is richly adorned with bass relievos, and close by it is a tank or reservoir of water, with steps descending to the bottom, for the convenience of the devotees who attend the temple.

Sydney, an English gentleman, of an enlightened mind, and engaging manners, who was travelling in pursuit of knowledge through the interior parts of the

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