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Yes, all things fade away

That the soul cherishes and seeks on earth;
Fair flowers! that do but bloom their summer's day,

And are forgot--their being and their birth.
Youth bath its favoured hour

Of fancies, and high hopes, and dazzling dreams;
It flies—and with it all the glittering dower

That to young bosoms the securest seems!
And Manhood's hour comes next,

Fevered and filled with the world's active thought;
Schemes and ambitions; till the spirit, vexed,

Finds that its bour hath fled—and left it nought !
Shortest and last is thine,

Wasted in vain regrets and memories— Age!
For while thy retrospects too brightly shine,

The sand ebbs out—so doth thy pilgrimage!
Thus pleasure hath its hour-

And grief, and pain, and peril bave no more;
Hatred, and love, but the same transient power,

Time but remains-ruling as heretofore!
On-conquerer of the earth!

And fold not yet thy world-destroying wing !
Still reign-wbile scattering man's work and worth,

Omnipotent, o'er each created thing!
Thy end will come, Oh Time!

When thou, a conqueror, shalt conquered be;
Thyself, thy victories, and thy power sublime,
No more remembered-in Eternity!

The New Year in China. The Chinese make their new year commence on the new moon nearest to the time when the sun's place is in the 15th degree of Aquarius. It is the greatest festival observed in the empire. Both the government and the people, rich and poor, take a longer or shorter respite from their cares and their labours at the new year. The last day of the old year is an anxious time to all debtors and creditors, for it is the great pay-day, and those who cannot pay are abused and insulted, and often have all the furniture of their house broken to pieces by their desperate creditors. On the 20th of the twelfth moon, by an order from court, all the seals of office, throughout the empire, are locked up, and not opened till the 20th of the first moon. By this arrangement there are thirty days of rest from the ordinary official business of government; they attend, however, to extraordinary cases. During the last few days of the old year, the people perform various domestic rites. On one evening they sweep clean the furnace and the hearth, and worship the god of their domestic fires.

On new-year's eve they perfume hot water with the leaves of Wongpe and Pumelo trees, and bathe in it. At midnight they arise, and dress in the best clothes and caps they can procure; then looking to heaven kneel down, and perform the great imperial ceremony of knocking the forehead on the ground thrice three times. Next they illuminate as splendidly as they can, and pray for felicity towards some domestic idol. Then they visit all the gods in the various surrounding temples, burn candles, incense, gilt paper, make bows, and pray prostrate. These services to the gods being finished, they sally forth, about daylight, in all directions, to visit friends and neighbours, leaving a red paper card at each house. Some stay at home to receive visiters. In the house, sons and daughters, servants and slaves, all dress, and appear before the heads of the family, to congratulate them on the new year." After new year's day, drinking and carousing, visiting and feasting, idleness and dissipation, continue for weeks. All shops are shot, and workmen are idle, for a longer or shorter period, according to the necessities or the habits of the several parties. It is, in Canton, generally a month before the business of life returns to its ordinary channel.

Time : a Hint for the New Year.

[By Mrs. Hannah More.]
When will our thoughtless race grow wise,
Nor spurn the very thing they prize?
Look where we will, we still shall find
How inconsistent is mankind.

With sense our conduct is at strife;
Why lavish Time, yet cling to life?
The rich material throw away,
Yet dread to shorten life one day?
Since no repentance cau restore
The hours we squander o'er and o'er,
O seize the evanescent Now
No more may heaven and death allow !
The soul to endless woes consigned
Mourns not the goods she left bebind ;
She mourns, with grief's acutest powers,
Her wasted days, her murdered hours !
With zeal, with energy sublime,
Mark how the SAVIOUR valued time!
The work of centuries appears
Crowded within His three short years !
His great SALVATION while you view
O look at his example too!

On the first day of the New Year it was formerly the custom for the Druids to offer sacrifice in the forest of Dreux, in France; and we know that they made no sacrifice without having the branches or leaves of the mistletoe, as related by Pliny. The word aigileneuf, which is still used at Dreux to signify etrennes or New Year's Gifts, is no doubt derived from the cries which the Gauls made on the first day of the year, when they went to the ceremony of the mistletoe, the Celtic name for the oak being gue or guy. In reference to this circumstance the following lines are still repeated, on New Year's Day, in several parts of France:

Aguilaneuf de céans
On le voit a sa fenêtre,
Avec son petit bonnet blanc,
Il dit qu'il sera le Mâitre,
Mettera le pot au feu;
Donnez nous ma bonne Dame

Donnez nous Aguilaneuf. Some pleasing stanzas on New Year's Day, by the Rev. T. Dale, entitled the 'Anniversary,' and which we copy from the 'Amulet for 1828,' will appropriately close our account of this interesting festival.

A year hath lingered through its round

Since thou wert with the dead,
And yet my bosom's cureless wound

Still bleeds as then it bled.
All now without is cold and calm,
Yet o'er my heart its healing balm

Oblivion will not shed;-
If day beguiles my fond regret,
Night comes-and how can I forget?
For mute are then the sounds of mirth

I loathe, yet cannot flee;
And thoughts in solitude bave birth

That lead me back to thee.
By day, amidst the busy herd,
My soul is like the captive bird

That struggles to be free;
It longs to leave a world unblest-
To flee away and be at rest.
Rest! how, alas! should mortal dare

Of rest on earth to dream?-
The heritage of ceaseless care

May better far beseem
The cbild of sin-the heir of woe.
And what if mutual love may throw

A joy-imparting beam
O'er life's wide waste?—'tis quickly gone,
And we must wander on alone.
It was no charm of face or mien

That linked my heart to thee; For many fairer I have seen,

And fairer yet may see:
It was a strong though nameless spell
Which seemed with thee alone to dwell,

And this remains to me,
And will remain ;-thy form is fled,
But this can ev'n recall the dead.
Tbine image is before me now,

All angel as thou art;
Thy gentle eye and guileless brow

Are graven on my heart;
And when on living charms I gaze,
Memory the one loved form portrays-

Ah! would it ne'er depart!
And they alone are fair to me
Who wake a livelier thought of thee.

Oft, too, the fond familiar sound

Is present to mine ear;
I seem, when all is hushed around,

Thy thrilling voice to hear :
Oh! I could dream thou still wert nigh,
And turn as if to breathe reply:

The waking-how severe !
When on the sick’ning soul must press
The sense of utter loneliness.
A year hath past-another year

Its wonted round may run;
Yet earth will still be dark and drear,

As when its course begun.
I would not murmur or repine-
Yet, though a thousand joys were mine,

I still must sigh for one;
How could I think of her who died,
And taste of joy from aught beside?
Yet, dearest! though that treasured love

Now casts a gloom o'er all,
Thy spirit from its rest above

I would not now recali.
My eartbly doom thou canst not share,
And I in solitude must bear

Whate'er may yet befall;
But I can share thy bome, thy heaven,

All griefs forgot, all guilt forgiven! *1. 1746.--REV. MR. HAGEMORE DIED. He kept one servant of each sex, whom he locked up every night. His last employment in an evening was to go round his premises, let loose his dogs, and fire his gun. He lost his life in the following manner :-going one morning to let out his servants, his dogs fawned upon him, and threw him into a pond where he was breast high. The servants heard him call for assistance, but, being locked up, could not lend him any. He had 30 gowns and cassocks, 58 dogs, 100 pairs of breeches, 100 pairs of boots, 400 pairs of shoes, 80 wigs, yet always wore his own hair, 80 waggons and carts; 80 ploughs, and used none, 50 saddles and furniture for the menage, 30 wheelbarrows; so many walking-sticks, that a toyman in

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