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THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

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EDITORIAL PTABLETALK.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

 
 
  

==Ai OME one of our
; numerous read-

not tell who,
= as he _ has
S not chosen to
Y make known
his name—

, . sent us, the
other day, a few lines on “Snow,” which
have in them considerable poetic merit.
They are not without faults, to be sure;
and some of them are unpardonable.
They would have pleased us better, if
friend Oscar had been a little more
careful in the matter of measure. Still
they are very creditable, considering that
they were written, as we suppose, by a
little boy, and they must have a place at
our editorial table. “ Being aware that
you are not in favor of long prefaces,”
says the writer, in introducing himself
to the editor, “and as I am a person of
very few words, I submit to you the
following lines, knowing that they are
destined for one of your pigeon-holes,
though which of them I am unable to
say.”

Ed MANA | — =—— ee

SNOW.

Tue white-winged snow,
By winter's fierce blow,

Is swept with many a whirl,
Till the landscape is white,
With the snow flakes light

Lying in many a drifted curl.

Then the éartl’s brown breast
‘Ts in pure white drest,
And sparkles in the calm moonlight,

ers—we can-

While the sleigh-bells are rung,
And the snow-balls are flung,
When the earth is robed in white.

The trees are all dress’d
In a glittering vest,
That shines in the sun’s bright rays ;
The hill-tops are crowned,
And the hills all around,
With the snow, as it glistens and plays.

The bright silvery snow

Whitens the streams as they flow
On their icy and rock-ribbed way,

And casts a sweet spell

On the earth where it fell,

Be that place wherever it may.
OSCAR.

 

Esteir, of Boston, is informed that
there is another lady residing in a dif-
ferent section of the country, who has
occasionally employed the same signa-
ture in her contributions to the Cabinet.

“Idle Thoughts” are on the whole
deserving a great deal of praise. If we
do not publish them—and we are afraid
we shall have to decline ‘them—it will
be because of two faults they have : first,
the writcr is not quite particular enough
about his rhymes, and secondly, he takes
a little too much liberty in the length
of his lines. We wish the young man
would make ‘another effort. He has
poetic genius, and there is no good rea-
son, that we can see, why he should not
make a poet.

The piece of music, entitled the “ Morn-
ing Serenade,” will do well enough as
an exercise in musical composition, but
it seems to us hardly worth printing.

The enigmas sent by H. B. P. please
us very much. We shall be glad to hear .
from him again. |