horizon at the h

of day he is near the Moon on the morning of the 17th. SATURN is due south on the 2d, at seven o'clock, and on t 22d at a quarter before six on the 25th he is near the Moon. JUPITER is a very splendid object in the eastern skies etsy clear evening: on the 5th he is in the neighbourhood of Moon

James Ferguson died, "When my work was over," says this self-t astronomer, in his account of his the and referring to the peril

Note-November 16th, 1776 sixty-six years.

me.

My master at first laughed at me; but was meaning to him, he encouraged me to go u make fair copies in the day-time of what

he often worked for me himself. I shall aw
the memory of that man." This shepher
siderable eminence, was elected a Member o
of the American Philosophical Society,
George III., who frequently honoured Li
philosophy with his presence. Mada
"Dialogues on Astronomy," says,

so much clearness, that a child of te. your i: perfectly from one end to the other.'

MAY.

Hasten, ploughman, rain is falling,
Break up now the yielding land;
Follow, sower, this your calling,
Spread the seed with equal hand.

JUNE.

Shrill the horn, and loud the holloa;
See! the wild dog leaves his lair;
Fleet the steeds, the huntsmen follow;
Mark! the brush each makes his care.

JULY.

Lo! the gardener, busy planting;
Tender buds begin to swell;

Hark! the warbling thrush is chanting;
Sweetest music fills the dell.

AUGUST.

Loud the wind, and fierce its roaring;
Lonely herd-boy, homeward turn:
Dark the skies, in torrents pouring;
Bushman, hasten thy return.

SEPTEMBER.

Ah! what means yon distant thunder?
See! the murderous deed is done;

Mate from mate is torn asunder

By the cruel sportsman's gun.

OCTOBER.

Wash the sheep, nor heed their bleating,
Dip them well beneath the pool;
Though their little hearts are beating,
Ease them of their cumbrous wool.

NOVEMBER.

Mower, haste, and be not fickle;
Time thy labours now were o'er:
Reaper, hither bring thy sickle;
Garners ask their yearly store.

DECEMBER.

Harvest home, we shout with gladness,
Closing thus the rolling year:
Hence be banish'd all our sadness,

Forward bring the Christmas cheer.

Pacific Ocean, February 5th, 1846.

Roche, Printer, 25, Hoxton-square, London.