The Sun.
London, England, 1852-01-26 00:00:00

SEPTEMBER.

With stair a 3. mouth and loo6e luxuriant dress,
September comes!, A reveller, sure, is he,
And dryads' sport; for see! in mirthfulness
They tempt him still with gourd and mulberry.
Yonder the wain, rich-freighted, ploughs the sward,
And yonder still tho sunburnt reapers toil;
There champs the mill, and there the garner 's stored,
And there profuse the fowler's feathery spoil.
At eve now pours the yellow harvest moon
Her beams, which lend enchantment to the hours:
So dews are plentiful, and at her noon
Crown as with coronals the wakeful flowers:
From hedgeway bowers the trailing hops are torn,
Orchards are thinn'd, and purple paints th© morn.

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OCTOBER.
Meanwhile budding chrysanntt:suuehmmmerp
'Mid trees that rain their lavish gold around,
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October smiles: on either hand a vat,
Fresh bubbling juice; the
with the vineyard's
tdijeavnedrdure reigns,
Pale Flora weeps, for these foretell her
A stern imprisonment, till rosy Spring al--
tiro:m-9s cheek;
Laughs o'er her chains, and lief
o,e:r Nowall t fields
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Foodso ok bleach '
False as the flush on sad C
While bitter portents moan along
And distant mountains We the plains,
In every gale we hear some ar an aspect bleak.
farewell sigh
And red leaves murmur,
as they fall, " We die!"

Sullen by fits, unloved of all theNOVEMBER
year,
Forlorn November glooms upon the world,
Wraps his chill feet among the leaflets sere,
And hails aloft the banner'd clouds unfurl'd!
No more the sun, with Midas'* power supreme,
Holds a proud court o'er Autumn's yellow vales—
Denuded lands now crave each scanty gleam;
Hush'd are the rills, and hush'd the nightingales!
Darab, as in fear, the old earth's tuneful bands—
Dead the sweet flowers!—and dying day by day
Glad Nature's smile! Like Niobe she stands,
Her warm life ebbing in a mist of sighs,
Her tears congealing in her rueful eyes,
Her garments blanch'd, and in her heart decay!
eve*ryStehhionlga7ntnoeegdolnd.oL , his be reminded that s touch" " turned,

DECEMBER.
Welcome, old month of noisy feast and "mime,"
Jovial December! How we bless thy reign!
What though thy locks be strewn with winter's rime,
Though o'er thy pathway pinching gales complaint--
Here is thy home; here at each household hearth.
Where foaming cups are drain'd in love to thee!
When " festal boards" shall" groan" thy praises forth,
A
Sweet flows the "junket" at their peasant meal;
nd
shines"jest," thaendhollglyam in e
the " homestead's blaze,
and " dance' " merrilte"!
Bright
But 'neath thy "Druid plant" glance brighter rays.
And sweeter still " the kiss" some deftly steal!
Chime on, glad bells! foam on, rich cups around!
Blessings aro ours, and joyful hearts abound!

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Ms. ELIOT WARBURTON'S " DARIRIC L,B best
Munctuarr PRINCE."—" Darien" is Mr. Warburton Written
" Darien"
work. It displays all the author's habitual 1vi1.,;„ events et
in a brilliant style, it paints scenes and dteblre; into a story
once original and picturesque, and weaves them
which possesses a continuous and genuine lu
IA told story of ex.
it is chiefly to be praised as an admirably-told
and fait of anima.
is remarkable for its delineation of individual character, but
all amount of historical
citing adventures, abounding in novelty
tion, while the whole possesses no small
interest and value.—Sunday Times. „
C18;t-e-n the conclusion of the dra-
..,, DoemATic -rEitroilLui
year as last, have enlivened
THE WINDSOR
ANT We understand
matic performances, which this
of Windsor Castle, her DI Nasty the Christmas festivittesicean
with a private '
interview, el
honoured Mr. and gersird which the lady and gentleman in
mark of the Royael_rag _
and honourably earned, not only by
question havebiwou,
b and long and brilliant dramatic career,
their artistic a
but by their
stant and most praiseworthy efforts to raise
0
cdnmoral status ot a profession too long de-
pressedthe social
and undervalued.
an g
n HEATRE --T1
Dituar-LAN- T • le Younger branches
of the community have one more opportunity, we perceive,
of being, entertained here, the last juvenile night being fixed
for to-morrow evening. They will have thereturn of the
Bateman children for this occasion, and the pantomime Will
be played at an early bour.
OUTRAGEOUS ATTACIC UPON`A. MAN OP EIGHTT.--•
On Wednesday last a ruffianly-looking fellow, named Owen
King, was committed to Kirkdale gaol by the county Magill"
trates, charged with a dastardly attack upon Mr. Robert
Bailey, who is 80 years of age, and agent to Thomas Little_
dale, Esq., Mayor of Liverpool. Mr. Bailey was knocked
down near Highfield, and robbed of a gold watch and about
30s. in silver. King was apprehended while offering the
cases of the watch in pledge at a pawnbroker's_ in LiverpOOL