But there are some who are not alive to the feelings we are describing. Winter for these has other charms, less sublime, but perhaps not less agreeable. Can any one, who is not dead to the delights of society, refuse to acknowledge the pleasure of a long Winter evening, and the enlivening blaze of the fire, which seems to communicate its cheerfulness to the circle around it? I cannot express myself better on this subject than by quoting two passages from a poet who seems to have felt the true

pleasures of these social moments :—

"Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round;
And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,
Which cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in."

"The poet's or historian's page by one

Made vocal for the amusement of the rest;

The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds

The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out,
And the clear voice symphonious yet distinct,

And in the charming strife triumphant still,
Beguile the night."-

We have even a greater pleasure in the cold rays of the sun during the Winter, than we experience from the overpowering glow of the noonday in July. Never during the meridian of their splendor, did we enjoy them with such real delight as when we catch their fleeting glances upon a sunny terrace. They are then like some token by which the memory of a departed friend is brought back to our imagination, for whom our affection is increased by the reflection that he is with us no more. M. S.

PEREGRINE'S SCRAP-BOOK.

NO. I.

Nov. 16.-Received a huge parcel of Epigrams. The following struck me as a new interpretation of a passage in Shakspeare:

"A crabbed couplet-but the meaning 's this;
The man must starve who dines upon a kiss."

Nov. 19.-Received a large packet of Poetry on various subjects. The following is pretty and simple :

Nov. 20.-The post brought me a large quantity of contributions, principally comic. The author, X. L., is requested to make more use of the file. The following jeu d'esprit has some humour:

MARRIAGE.

What, what is Marriage! Harris, Priscian,
Assist me with a definition.
"Oh!" cries a charming silly fool,
Emerging from her boarding-school,
"Marriage is-love, without disguises,
It is a something that arises
From raptures, and from stolen glances,
To be the end of all Romances;

Vows quarrels-moonshine-babes,-but hush
I musn't have you see me blush."

"Pshaw," says a modern modish wife,
"Marriage is splendor, fashion, life;
A House in Town, and Villa shady,
Balls, diamond bracelets, and my Lady;'
Then for Finale, angry words,

'Some people's'-' obstinates,'- - absurds!'
And peevish hearts, and silly heads,
And oaths, and' bêtes,' and separate beds."

An aged Bachelor, whose life
Has just been "sweeten'd" with a wife,
Tells out the latent grievance thus,
"Marriage is-odd! for one of us
"Tis worse a mile than rope or tree,
Hemlock, or sword, or slavery;
An end at once to all our ways,
Dismission to the one-horse chaise ;
Adieu to Sunday can, and pig,
Adieu to wine, and whist, and wig;

Our friends turn out,-our wife's are clapt in,
"Tis exit Crony,'- enter Captain.'
Then hurry in a thousand thorns,
Quarrels and compliments-and Horns.
This is the yoke, and I must wear it;
Marriage is—Hell, or something near it.”

"Why, Marriage," says an Exquisite,
Sick from the supper of last night,
"Marriage is after one by me!
I promised Tom to ride at three.-
Marriage is 'Gad! I'm rather late!
La Fleur !-my stays,-and chocolate!

D-n the Champagne !-so plaguy sour,
It gives the head-ache in an hour;'
Marriage is really though, 't was hard
To lose a thousand on a card;

Sink the old Duchess !-three Revokes !
'Gad! I must fell the Abbey oaks :
Mary has lost a thousand more;
Marriage is 'Gad! a cursed bore!
Hymen, who hears the blockheads groan,
Rises indignant from his throne,
And mocks their self-reviling tears,
And whispers thus in Folly's ears :-
"Oh! frivolous of heart and head!
If strifes infest your nuptial bed,
Not Hymen's hand, but Guilt, and Sin,
Fashion, and Folly, force them in
If on your couch is seated Care,

I did not bring the scoffer there;

If Hymen's torch is feebler grown,

;

The hand that quench'd it was your own;
And what I am, unthinking elves !

Ye all have made me for yourselves!'

Nov. 21.-Found on my table a cwt. of Love Verses. Burnt them.-Mem. To advise the members of the Club not to adore more than two at a time-even in Poetry. An exception must be made in favour of Gerard.

Paid a visit at Dr. D'Urfey's.--Letitia wanted to bore us with some poetry ;-obliged to tell her we received no contributions from ladies. N. B. This is not the fact, an exception being made in Resolution VI. in favour of our fair friends.

Received and burnt several letters from Candidates for admission into the "King of Clubs."

Read an Epigram from Sir F. Wentworth.-The joke was, that the King of Clubs took all mankind for his subjects. Emendaturis Ignibus.

Nov. 23.-Dined out.-Wasn't known for the Editor. -Kept snug, and heard various observations.-One gentleman abused "Beppo" and "Godiva." N. B.

Sorry for his taste.-Another wasn't sure, but he had been told, and he in some measure believed, that the King of Clubs was all fiction. N. B. Sorry for his penetration.-Another, residing at Eton, had never seen "the Etonian." N. B. Very sorry for him altogether. Nov. 24.-Met some of the Club at breakfast.-The conversation turned on Alliteration.-Lozell quoted a line from Shakspeare-quite in his own style :

"As will the rest, so willeth Winchester."

Met two old Etonians at Ingalton's, making conjectures on the subject of the Authors of the Etonian.-Assured them that I was Peregrine Courtenay;---they would not believe me.---One of them asserted that he had been an intimate friend of Courtenay's these last six years, and that he had parted from him not two minutes ago at the Christopher. The other laid claim to an acquaintance with Peregrine of equal standing, but maintained that the worthy Chairman had gone off to King's College four years ago. Mem. To consult our Attorney-General upon the measures proper to be taken with these impostors. Looked over two light compositions from X. C.-Extracted a part of one of them. The lines are really very creditable to a young writer. Hope to see more of X. C.

"O ask me not, Ellen, why quickly starts

The tear to my eye when thine image is gone;
You know when the light of the Sun departs
The dew-drop of Evening comes swiftly on.

The worm that delights to illume the dark *

When the mantle of Evening descends in state,

But lights up the ray of her lonely spark

To allure by the splendor her roving mate.

The inale glow-worm is a small fly, furnished with wings, without any of that luminous appearance, the property of the female."-Dictiomary of Natural History.