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[To THE EDITOR OF TEE "SFECTATCR.1 Sin,—I think it is

a pity that the beautiful lines by T. Hood, written to his mother on her birthday, which occurred in November, were not alluded to in the article on the above subject in the last issue of the Spectator.

"I have brought no roses, Dearest! Summer lies upon her bier; It was when all the sweets were over Thou west born to bless the year."

—I am, Sir, &c., L. G. SMYTH.

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