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Yes, all things fade away
That the soul cherishes and seeks on earth;
And are forgot--their being and their birth.
Of fancies, and high hopes, and dazzling dreams;
That to young bosoms the securest seems!
Fevered and filled with the world's active thought;
Finds that its bour hath fled—and left it nought !
Wasted in vain regrets and memories— Age!
The sand ebbs out—so doth thy pilgrimage!
And grief, and pain, and peril bave no more;
Time but remains-ruling as heretofore!
And fold not yet thy world-destroying wing !
Omnipotent, o'er each created thing!
When thou, a conqueror, shalt conquered be;
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.]
With sense our conduct is at strife;
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
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,
Still bleeds as then it bled.
Oblivion will not shed;-
I loathe, yet cannot flee;
That lead me back to thee.
That struggles to be free;
Of rest on earth to dream?-
May better far beseem
A joy-imparting beam
That linked my heart to thee; For many fairer I have seen,
And fairer yet may see:
And this remains to me,
All angel as thou art;
Are graven on my heart;
Ah! would it ne'er depart!
Oft, too, the fond familiar sound
Is present to mine ear;
Thy thrilling voice to hear :
The waking-how severe !
Its wonted round may run;
As when its course begun.
I still must sigh for one;
Now casts a gloom o'er all,
I would not now recali.
Whate'er may yet befall;
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