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bourhood, gas converted to his own use, and clai

of getting stone, and slates, &c.s;

and the preser

to try ihe right, it being conceded by the plaintiff that the
only right possessed by the copyholders is to get stone and
other materials on their own copyholds, to be used on such

Dements only

A vast mass-of evidence was given by the plaintiff, con-
sting of Chancery decrees, statutes, leases, and other do-

cutriekary evidence, extending so far back as 1615 ; and a
number of witnesses were called to prove tha custom of the
coeyholders from time. immemorial.

Mr. ST UARTNiIO;T L;l7as addressiug the jury for the
defendant when our report left Lancaster.

THE THREE DAYS' TRIP TO LONDON

HINTS TO THE TRAVELLERS.
Nye have been favoured with the following few hints,
which may be valuable to our country friends who are pro-
posing to take advantage of the cheap and interesting excur-
sion to the great metropolis. As the writer is a thorough-
bred Cockriey, the hints and suggestions may be relied upon.
The train will leave the Edge-hill station on Monday
morning, at half-past six o'clock, and our first advice would
be, take as little luggage as possible, it being so much more
comfortable and convenient to travel free. Take a good
lunch at Birmingham, or the first place at which it is pro-
vided. If not too much fatigued upon the train arriving at
Euston-square, which will in all probability be about four or
five o'clock, we would advise our friends at once to provide
themselves with lodgings either private or at a respectable
hotel. Avoid the immediate neighbourhood of Euston-
square, which is dear. Anderton's Hotel, Fleet-street, or
Osmond'S Coffee House, opposite Southampton-street,
Strand, are central and reasonable, as are several in that
neighbourhood : or private apartments can be had in any of
the streets in the Strand, leading down to the Thames, as
Arundel-street, Norfolk-street, Howard-street, &c. After
securing lodgings, they may proceed at once to the Ade-
laide Gallery, Lowther Arcade, Strand, where they will find
much to amuse and instruct, and then to bed. Before
starting next day they should procure a copy of a little six-
penny work, published by Painter, 342, Strand, entitled
"THE OMNIBUS GUIDE," which will protect them from
imposition, and furnish them with the times of starting,
routes, &c. of all the conveyances, by land or water, to every
part of the metropolis, and twelve miles round.
For the next day,

TUESDAY,
the following trip will be found very good :—First, do not
fail to go and hear the beautiful Horse Guards Band, and
see the soldiers exercise at the Horse Guards, at ten o'clock.
From thence proceed through the Park, past the Duke of
York's Colutnn, to Buckingham Palace. This will not be
much to 'see, except as the residence of our gracious and
amiable Cbeen• Then walk down through the enclosure by
the water, and pass out at the other end, and proceed at once
to Westminster Abbey. It will take you some time properly
to examine this beautiful building and the various monu-
ments which it contains. Then proceed to the Houses of
Parliament, and also take a survey of the New Houses of
Parliament now in course of erection. You would do well
to get 'dinner at some of the many dining-houses in the
neighbourhood of Westminster or Charing-cross ; and then.
should you he so inclined, proceed either to Vauxhall Gar-
dens by water, and witness the beautiful display of fireworks
and the various other attractions, or proceed by omnibus to
the gala at the Surrey Zoological Gardens, which is this
season indeed well worth seeing. You may then find plenty
of omnibusses in the Walworth-road to convey you, to Fleet-
street or Charing-cross. The next day,

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TO ONE IN HEAVEN

(From the New York Mirror.)

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PALE star, that with thy soft sad light
Came out upon my bridal eve,
I have a song to sing to-night,
Before thou tak'st thy mournful leave :
Since then so softly time hath stirr'd,
That months have almost seem'd like hours,
And I am like a little bird
That's slept too long among the flowers,
And, waking, sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing 'midst the shades of even ;
But, oh ! with sadder heart I sing—
I sing of one who dwells in heaven.

The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thought my heart beguiles,
As floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out and smiles ;
And to the green resounding shore
In silvery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimpled o'er,
Lifts up its voice, and laughs aloud ;
And star on star, all soft and calm,
Floats up yon arch serenely blue;
And, lost to earth, and steeped in balm,
My spirit floats in ether too.

Loved one! though lost to human sight,
I feel thy spirit lingering near,
As softly as I feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere,
And in some temple's holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hush'd the prayer,
A solemn awe the soul pervades,
Which tells that worship has been there—
A breath of incense, left alone
Where many a censer swung around,
Which thrills the wanderer, like a tone,
Who treads on consecrated ground.

I know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
That stoops awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer I breathed in this,
That I at last might dwell with thee.
I hear a murmur from the seas,
That thrills me like thy spirit's sighs ;
I hear a voice on every breeze,
That makes to mine its low replies—
A voice, all low and sweet, like thine—
It gives an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from heaven a sign
That it shall know and meet me there.

I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touch'd with that expressive grace
That made thee lovelier all thy days.
By that sweet smile that oe'r it shed
A beauty like the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fled,
Even when its soul had flown to heaven !
I'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in thy golden hair ;
Oh. by those blessed signs alone.
I'll know thee there—l'll know thee there

For ah! thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweets of youth and beauty meet,
That swam in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and softness yet.
For ah ! its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by a thousand sighs,
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise—
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve ;
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes that learn to grieve

I wonder if this cool, sweet breeze
Hath touch'd thy lips and fann'd thy brow
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee to my memory now ;
For every hour we breathe apart
Will but increase, if that can be,
The love that fills this little heart,
Already filled so full of thee.
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
And many a sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep—
Ere thou and I shall meet in heaven !

LITERARY NOTICES,

The Abbotsford Edition of the Waverley Novels. Robert
Cadell, Edinburgh. Houlston and Cadell, London.

The seventh number of this publication is now before us,
which commences the novel of " Guy Mannering." The
illustrations throughout are equal in merit to those of any of
the previous numbers. In particular, the " View on the
Solway," by Stanfield, is a gem ; and the woodcut of poor
Dominic Sampson's earning of the title of " a Stickit Mi-
nister" is excellent, both in design and execution.