The RESIGNATION of an EDITOR, and other measures thereon consequent.—Mr. LATHAM's departure.

Oct. 4.-As soon as the members (who had been summoned on particular business) were seated, Mr. Kenyon rose and spoke to the following effect :—

Gentlemen-At the present meeting it is not my intention to trespass on your valuable time longer than my duty actually requires. You doubtless are aware that our worthy Secretary has received from Mr. Seymour his resignation of the office of Editor. For myself I say, and I think I am not too presumptuous in saying, in the name of the whole Committee, that for that gentleman's past Editorial services we return him our grateful thanks. Mr. Seymour, at the time of his resignation, intimated that it was not from a want of interest in the welfare of our publication, but from feelings of a private nature, that he was induced to take the measures which he had now adopted. The election of another Editor, according to rule Six, is therefore necessary. But, in consequence of an opinion which I know to be prevalent, I shall first of all submit to you whether or not that election shall now take place.

Mr. Seymour resolved to oppose such a mode of proceeding, arguing that it was an infringement of a constitutional rule, which he deemed absolutely necessary to the success of the "Hora Sarisburienses."

On the motion being put to the ballot, the votes were found to be equal, when the President gave the casting vote against the election for the present time.

Mr. Seymour then declared that, as such was the case, and that as a regulation, which he considered of the most vital importance to the interest of the work, had been done away with, he begged to add to his resignation as an Editor, the resignation also of the office of Treasurer, together with his seat in the Committee. The honorable gentleman then gave notice, that he should decidedly withdraw not only his own communications, but such as had been committed to his charge.

After a momentary pause, the Chairman again rose and said,—There is, gentlemen, one firmly attached friend of the "Hora" suddenly called from us: I allude to Mr. Latham. In the course of a very few days he will take leave of us : but, gentlemen, I think we shall be greatly remiss in our duty if, before his departure, we do not pass a vote of thanks for his constant and valuable services. I am, however, proud to tell you, that he is not going from us, without leaving convincing proofs (as No. IV. will amply testify) of the sincerity of his wishes for the welfare of our work.

This proposition from the Chairman met with unanimous approbation, and Mr. Latham, with much feeling, expressed his gratitude for the high honor conferred on him.

IMPORTANT CHANGES in the CABINET.

Oct. 15.--The President opened the business of the meeting, by informing the Committee that they were assembled to elect a Treasurer in the room of Mr. Seymour. Here the speaker was interrupted by the astonishing avidity and bustle of three honorable candidates for this important office: and so great was their zeal to obtain this laudable object of their ambition, that the Secretary was unable, by any means, to take down, for the satisfaction of his readers, the least of the purport of the President's address.

Some time was here passed in making necessary arrangements, when-

Mr.

Mr. Dashwood rose, and, with considerable force of eloquence, implored one or more of the anxious candidates, in mercy, to accept his office of Secretary. D. begged to assure the Committee, that he had not made this proposition with a desire to avoid trouble; but that since he had been elected Editor, he found that it was impossible for him to bestow sufficient time on both of these arduous engagements. The members were

equally well aware of the candor of Mr. Dashwood's moties, and of the insurmountable labors of these united duties. It was finally arranged, that Messrs. Kirby and Pelham (who were readily promised every possible assistance from Messrs. Lindsey and Hamilton) should jointly take the office of Treasurer, whilst Mr. Darlington, in turn, succeeded to the Secretaryship.

On the Editors intimating to the Committee, that No. IV. was nearly ready for the press, the members were unanimous in their applause and exultation. The meeting then separated.

MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME.

Fair, bright, and sweet is Morn
When daylight, newly born,

In all its beauty is to sense appealing;
Yet Eve to me is fraught

And

With more unearthly thought,
purer touches of immortal feeling.

POETIC VIGILS.

"I came to the home of my childhood-the friends of my youth had forsaken it."

Dear is that hour which is nor dark nor light,
Alike remov'd from noon-day and from night :
Yes, twilight-yes, I own thy magic power,
Thy coming hail, and court thy welcome hour!
To one who ne'er can youthful joys forget,
Oh! what so sweet, as when the sun has set,
To roam-ah, thus, in solitude to roam,
To this my earliest as my dearest home?

Oh! who that ever lov'd his childhood's grot,
And then was doom'd to leave that native spot,
Could in whole worlds e'er banish from his mind
The home, the wish'd-for home he left behind?

There will I loiter in my wonted bow'r,
There once again enjoy my fav'rite hour;
Nor shall my mem'ry deem that hour less dear
Should feeling damp remembrance with a tear.
"Twas here, indeed, from summer's sultry heat
I gain'd a peaceful and secure retreat ;

This was my morning's lounge—and here at eve,
Calm and alone, I often could relieve
Feelings of sorrow, or reflect on joy

Which time can seldom bring, and ne'er destroy.

Those years, alas! are gone!—I mourn their flight, And feel with them fled years of pure delight. All then was peace: secure from ev'ry harm, My tranquil bosom dream'd not of alarm, But fondly deem'd my joys would ever last, Dear as the present, welcome as the past; Whilst ev'ry sun but on my pleasure rose, Nor saw those pleasures less at evening's close.

Here have I sat me whilst the neighb’ring trees Scarce deign'd to own the summer's evening breeze; And oft the thought of joys for ever gone Would fancy challenge, when around me shone Bliss more than usual. Oft escap'd the sigh For those who had been, but no more were, nigh;— At thought of these my heart would often feel In poignant pang-but Hope would come to heal With influence, more than heartfelt, ev'ry pain, And softly whisper, "This shall be again.”

Home of my youth, at leisure let me see

The change that varying time has wrought on thee:What! still the same !-Have years revolving flown, And, 'midst the works of change, spar'd thee alone?

Oh say, has time, in mercy, pass'd the spot
I never can forget, though there forgot?
I feel 'tis so-unharm'd, unchang'd thou art,
Sacred as ever to my grateful heart.

Still to thy walls the well-known trees are train'd,
Whose fruit my truant hand so often gain'd;
Still 'midst their branches are the casements seen,
Which look as once they look'd upon the green.
'Twas in that room existence' earliest morn
Beam'd light on me: 'twas in that room were born
All who so well deserve a brother's love :

Thence left this earth, for happier realms above,
One, for whose sake spontaneous heaves the sigh-
Whose loss to me this world can ne'er supply:
'Twas from that room her sainted spirit fled,
'Twas thence my mother join'd the righteous dead.

Oh! can I e'er that awful hour forget?
Duty forbid! It is remember'd yet;

And long as life shall last will mem❜ry cling,
With closest grasp, to each minutest thing

That mark'd that trying scene. Could poignant grief
Win from her suff'rings e'en a short relief,
We had indeed prevail'd. Had pray'r sincere
Suffic'd to keep my dearest mother here,
Her much-lov'd children had not vainly pray'd,
And long indeed had death his shaft delay'd.

Who all her virtues, all her worth shall speak? What tongue but fails, what language is not weak ? 'Twas plain to see from tears of sorrowing poor Repulse to mis'ry came not from her door.

Distress'd ne'er urg'd a suit which she withstood;
Her life a scene of universal good.

Who saw her fill as mother, friend, and wife,
The various duties of domestic life,

But owns (consoling thought indeed to me)
We scarce again my mother's like shall see.-
Nature refuses on her loss to dwell-

The pang reflection brings no tongue can tell