"Bees may now be seen in the garden, culling their various sweets, with never-ceasing industry, and seizing every hour of sunshine and of mild weather to pursue their task of collecting materials for their honied condiment, so grateful to the palate of man." BRIEF ASTRONOMICAL NOTICES, FOR MARCH, 1822.. "On the 24th, the crescent of the Moon is seen for above two hours after sun-set in the west, forming, with Saturn and Jupiter under the three first stars of the Ram, a striking appearance; and she will evidently have passed above them before her next appearance. On the 25th, Jupiter and Saturn are seen below her, and she has moved rapidly from them. Mercury is in his inferior conjunction on the 8th, and consequently after that time a morning star, and before it too near the Sun for observations. On the 21st, he is stationary. "Venus is in her inferior conjunction on the 10th, too near the Sun before that time to be noticed, and after it she becomes a morning-star. On the 30th she is stationary, her motion being retrograde to that time. Her great northern latitude enables her, notwithstanding the unfavourableness of the position of the ecliptic, to appear much earlier after she has passed the conjunction, than she would otherwise have done; for in nine days after the conjunction, she is above an hour and a quarter above the horizon before sun-rise. "Mars is on the meridian at ten minutes past eleven at night on the 1st, and at nineteen minutes past nine on the 25th. "Jupiter is an evening star. Below him is Saturn, and his distance from this planet is continually increasing. "Saturn and Herschel are evening stars." (Evening Amusements.) POETRY. AN ADDRESS TO A SNOW-DROP. CHILD of hoary Winter's reign, The Spring's first offering to the infant year. The flowers that deck the green hill's side, As thus, in some low vale, to see, While wintry winds yet rave, thy vestal form appear. POETRY. The Harebell, with its cup of blue, May cheer the mountain shepherd's way, Or o'er some hermit's crystal fountain wave, Or, where around yon sacred place 107 May wet with dewy tears some village maiden's grave.* To woods and lawns, and rocky vales unknown; On his hymeneal day, In a flowery chaplet tied, May, haply, deck his blooming bride, Its modest, blushing charms just opening like her own. But, O sweet flower, not all their hues, Can ever match thy spotless form, Cradled in the angry storm, While wintry winds their own sad requiems sing. LINES (Written by a Young Person on her recent Separation from affectionate Relatives.) FAREWELL to the pleasures I lately have known, To each social endearing delight; As a swift winged arrow those pleasures are flown, And have scarce left a trace of their flight. D. head may recline For me, I no longer my Serene on a Mother's fond breast; The smiles of my Father no longer are mine, Yet over my bleeding disconsolate heart, For soon shall all earthly delights pass away, They die while their beauty we sing. But, oh! there are joys of more permanent kind, That bloom in the regions above; They are pure as the clime, and appear to the mind O let me then chase these soft sorrows away, P.M. EPITAPH ON LAWRENCE POLWHELE, And ever shall a SAVIOUR's love Such sainted children share. "Hail," with affection, "hail," he cries, For lo! their angels e'er behold In Heaven my Father's face." Printed by T. CORDEUX, 14, City-Road, London. |