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TESTIMONIAL
TO THE HUNGARIAN REFUGEES.

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OF EVERY NATION WHICH LOPES RIGHT AND Ll-
BERTY."—Kosauth's Protest against Russian Interven-
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The BLIND BUY'S BEEN at PLAY, MOTHER.
The Blind Boy'a been at play, mother,
And merry games we had;
We led him on our way, mother,
And every step was glad.
But when we found a starry flower,
And praised its varied hue,
A tear came trembling down his cheek,
Just like a drop of dew.
We took him to the mill, mother,
Where falling waters made
A rainbow o'er the fill, mother,
As golden sun-rays played;
Eut when we shouted at the scene,
And hailed the clear blue sky,
He stood quite still upon the bank,
And breathed a long, long, sigh.
We asked him why he wept, mother,
Whene'er we found the apota
Where periwinkle crept, mother,
O'er wild Forget-me-nots:
" Ah, me!" he said, while tears ran down
As fast as summer showers,
"It is because I cannot see
The sunshine and the flowers."
Oh, that poor sightless boy, mother,
Has taught me I am blest,
For I can look with joy, mother,
On all I love the best, 4
And when I see the dancing stream,
And daisies red and white,
I kneel upon the meadow sod,
And thank my God for sight.
—Weekly Dispatch.

ELIZA COOK.

HER MAJESTY'S DEPARTURE
FROM BALMORAL.
WEDNESDAY, SM. 19, 1849.
As the period of her Majesty's departure approaches,
the inhabitants of Deeside—particularly of its upper
districts—appear to be feeling, in all its intensity, the
sentiment so poetically expressed by the unfortunate
deceased poet, Thom :
" She leaves when Autumn, wearie,
Bids Wit.ter waste the plain—
She looks on lands rnair cheerie,
Till our's are green again.
Oh 1 would SHE dwell aiming us,
When dales are deep in snaw,
Dour winter couldna wrang us,
Nor Simmer seem awa'.
However your correspondent may sympathise with,
and admire these beautiful lines, there can be no
doubt that even the talismanic effect of her Majesty's
presence, and the halo of joy and happiness which
accompanies her, would be too dearly bought at the
expense of her making a winter residence of Balmoral.
Already are the days creeping in and bwming
chilly, while the frost-covered moors intimate fre-
quently to the early riser that " dour winter" is ap-
proaching with no tardy strides. It seems now to be
definitely fixed that her Majesty will leave Balmoral
on the 26th instant. (Wednesday, next week),
proceeding by the same route to Perth which she
followed in coming north, via., Spittal of Glenshee
and Blaergowrie to Perth, where she will remain
during Wednesday at the Royal George Hotel.
A special train on the Scottish Central has been
ordered for Thursday morning, by which her
Majesty will proceed to the junction at Greenhill, and
thence by the Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway,
through Edinburgh, and by the North British, York
and Newcastle, and Midland Railways to Derby,
where her Majesty will pass Thursday evening,
resuming her journey en route for the Isle of Wight,
on the following day.
I have, as usual, little to chronicle in the proceed-
ings of her Majesty—not, I need hardly assure you,
because there is nothing interesting to report, but
simply because we must not encroach on the retire-
ment which it is so well known her Majesty desires.
Still, there is a certain limit, beyond which the
anxiety of a loyal and affectionate people cannot be
kept—a limit which I feel assured her Majesty fully
recognizes.
As I informed you in my last, the weather was
very bad during the earlier part of the past week,
r and her Majesty was more than usual kept within
I doors. On Thursday, however, the face of the
heavens brightened, and the royal excursions were
resumed. On that day his Royal Highness Prince
• Albert had splendid sport in Ballochbuie Forest,
• where he killed no fewer than five splendid stags.
Her Majesty, as usual, showed her subjects a good
) and pious example on the last Sabbath-day, by
1 attending the parish church, when a sprinkling of
• strangers augmented the usual congregation. The
O clergyman—who is a very uncouth-looking gentle-
() man—seems to be acquiring greater confidence in
2 the royal presence than he was wont to exhibit.-
1 Court Journal.