Cold Winter is coming, and soon shall we see
On the panes, by that genius Jack Frost,
Fine drawings of mountain, stream, tower, an tree--
Framed and glazed too, without any cost.

Cold Winter is coming---ye delicate fair,
Take care when your hyson you sip;--
Drink it quick, and don't talk, lest he come unaware,
And turn it to ice on your lip.

Cold Winter is coming--I charge you again--
Muffle warm--of the tyrant beware--
He's so brave, that to strike the young hero he's fain--
He's so told he'll not favour the fair.

Cold Winter is coming--I've said so before--
It seems I've not much else to say;
Yes, Winter is coming, and God help the poor!
I wish it was going away,

_Nov 5th 1827._ C. COLE.

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NAUTICAL PHRASES.

(_To the Editor of the Mirror._)