dantly of that "wisdom which is from above," to our gracious and dearly-beloved Queen Victoria, the Prince Albert, and all the Royal Family, together with the Lords of the Council and all the Nobility. May the Bishops, Priests and Deacons, and all who have been ensnared by the great enemy, be illuminated, and delivered from his grasp. "O Lord, hear, O Lord, forgive, hearken and do; defer not for thine own sake, O our God!"

Now "unto Him, that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless, before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy." I subscribe myself, Dear Madam, ever respectfully and faithfully yours,

HENRY DOWNES, COм. R. N. Ladbroke Terrace, Kensington, Nov. 22, 1842.

1

THE LANDING OF THE PRIMROSE.

AUSTRALIA'S strand was swarming
With myriads, tier on tier;
Like bees they clung and cluster'd
On wall, and pile, and pier.

The wanderer and the outcast,
Hope, penitence, despair,
The felon and the free man,
Were intermingling there.

There ran a restless murmur,
A murmur deep and loud,
For every heart was thrilling,
Through all that motley crowd.

And every eye was straining
To where a good ship lay,
With England's red cross waving
Above her decks that day.

And comes she deeply freighted
With human guilt and shame ?
And wait those crowds expectant
To greet with loud acclaim?

Or comes she treasure-laden ?

And ache those anxious eyes For sight of her rich cargo, Her goodly merchandize?

See! see! they lower the long-boat, And there-they man the bargeTrick'd out and manned so bravely For no ignoble charge.

Gold gleams on breast and shoulder
Of England's own true blue;
That sure must be the Captain,
Salutes his gallant crew.

And that the Captain's Lady
They're handing down the side
"Steady, my hearts! now, steady,"
Was that the coxswain cried?

"Hold on:

she's safely seated. “Out oars !”—a sparkling splashHats off on deck-one cheer now"Pull, hearties!"-off they dash.

And now the lines long stretching
Of eager gazers, strain
(Converging to one centre)
The landing-place to gain.

“A guard! a guard!" in haste then The Governor calls out"Protect the Lady's landing

From all that rabble-rout."

Her foot is on the gunwale

Her eyes on that turmoilShe pauses so a moment,

Then treads Australia's soil.

With looks of hurried wonder
She gazes all about;

But oh! her woman's nature,
Calls that no 66 rabble-rout."

For well she reads the feeling,
Each face expressive wears;

And well she knows what wakes it-
That precious thing she bears.

That precious thing-(Oh wond'rous!)
Oh, spell of potent power,
From English earth transported!
A little lowly flower.

Be blessings on that Lady!

Be blessings on that hand! The first to plant the Primrose Upon the Exile's land!

The sound had gone before her-
No eye had closed that night;
So yearned they for the morrow—
So longed they for the light.

She smiles, while tears are droppingShe holds the treasure high;

And land and sea resounding,

Ring out with one wild cry.

And sobs, at its subsiding,

From manly breasts are heard: Stern natures-hearts quite hardened, To woman's softness stirr'd.

One gazes all intentness

That felon boy--and, lo!

The bold bright eyes are glistening
Long, long unmoisten'd so.

The mother holds her child up-
"Look, little one!" cries she;
"I pulled such, when as blithsome
And innocent as thee."

No word the old man utters-
His earnest eyes grow dim:
One spot beyond the salt-sea
Is present now with him.

There blooms the earliest primrose,
His father's grave hard by ;
There lieth all his kindred-
There he shall never lie.