WINTER.


The trees are leafless, and the hollow blast
Sings a shrill anthem to the bitter gloom,
The lately smiling pastures are a waste,
While beauty generates in Nature's womb;
The frowning clouds are charged with fleecy snow,
And storm and tempest bear a rival sway;
Soft gurgling rivulets have ceased to flow,
And beauty's garlands wither in decay:
Yet look but heavenward! beautiful and young
In life and lustre see the stars of night
Untouch'd by time through ages roll along,
And clear as when at first they burst to light.
And then look from the stars where heaven appears
Clad in the fertile Spring of everlasting years!

BENJAMIN GOUGH.

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EXERCISE, AIR, AND SLEEP.

(_Abridged from Mr. Richards's "Treatise on Nervous Disorders."_)


The generality of people are well aware of the vast importance of exercise;
but few are acquainted with its _modus operandi_, and few avail