... A ?? glow Is on the waveless sea, And not a breeze doth blowy, And not a sail I see. Like heaven's own pavement bright Is now the placid deep 'On which the farewell light Of sunset loves to sleep. Thus beautifil in death 'Is youstli's departing flush, And lovely is the wreath Where latest roses bluhs. FuRIous DRIvING.-On' the 28th ult. about seven o'clock, a respectable old gentleman, of the ...

... TIE CARDENS OF ABMIDA. ( Fro 't tdie ,rtlatrlo7te J.ife/afo of 7oses.) TiizsE pass'd, they see the Garden beautiful, With verdant gladies, and crystal ponds, and founts, And silverv sizhinti waterfalls, that lull The listening ear; rare frees, and flowers, and plants; And groves, cid lovic lowvers, and grottos cool, Anid valleys in the shads, and sunoT monmts: All the torie srouidrful that ...

... ORICGJL AI. POETRI. THE LAST OF 111S RACE. ?? AN' i'Nl'TlMlSllD P'OEM, B1Y D. MiiE. YODDL'I.,.. 11Yrril the liue chy above hilni, t lie green earth below, Anid the pure air around Iii h, w lcre'er lie nay go Witi a stlsreig limid to velcomne P is friund3 1r Iilid foes, A nil a dclg. ever fai dlful, to wateh his, reproe ; lie wavkes on tile )Ullntaill, lie Mieeips ill the glen. IeI drinlis of ...

... FASHI1ONABLE INTrELLIGENCE. TEIT QtVEWw._Ifor Majesty has announced her inten- tion of revisiting Osborne I-louse at the latter end of this or the beginning of next month, and has issued her com- liands to have the Fairy tender in readiness to convey her from the Clarence-yard to Cowes.-Hanipshlire Tel. It is understood that her ?? will pay her long. expeeted visit to thle Marquis of Salisbury ...

... ilitcraturr. SELECTED 1POLETRTY. TIll ,11)WI)S O.F REAI VY. FIIOti AIANIGAN'S CER-MAN ANTIIOIiCy. I name you Tlhrce Words whilh ought to reuo l III thunder from zone to. zlle; Inut tile world ulindirstands thenm nut-they are found TI tihe depthl of the beart alone. That man must Nideed le uttedl lasc In whose heart the Tlnee Words no lotigeor find place. F ?? Is FiEtl, IS CliVA'TI I? FIIEE, ...

... FAIR M A lived on Liffey's side, Not far from R N K; Her bosom heav'd, as did its tide, For love like L S Gray. Tho' she exceeded IN DoN POINT, She still was wondrous fair, And of her suitors there came one From N S, County Clarc. Thrice did he M! to clear his voice, And speak with N R G- A M A deal, U do X I The rose of R A B, iI love you to X S, sweet maid; Thy I D A is dear; Nor S E, nor ...

... A CANZ0N'ETTE. On! say not yet good night ! my love, There's music on the lea; The sun is shining bright, my love, On rock, and tower, and tree- ScarCe yet has ceased the wtild bees' hum, The grass with dew's scarce atet; The hour of parting is not come- Not yet, my love, not yet. How lag the hours of noon, my love- No kindred bosom nigh ! I 'But when the vesper moon, my love, Beams forth, ...

... ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY IN BELZONI'S EXIIIBITION. A4ND thou haist walk'd about (bow strange a story!) In Thebes's street Three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time bad not begun to overtbhrow Those temples, palaces, and pilei stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous. Speak ! for thou long enough bast acted DUmmy, Thou hast a tongue-come let us hear its ...

... THiE LAP5E OF' TIME. BY BRYANT, AN .AMERICAN pOET. LAMENT Who will, in fruitless tears, The speed with X hicb our moments fly, I sigh not over vanisbed~years But watch the years that hasten by. Look how they Some ! a mingled crowd Of bright and dark, but rapid days; Beneath them, like a summer cloud, The wide world changes as I gaze. What ! grieve that time has broughtso soon0 The sober age of ...

... POLIPY. L. R L. BiV D, N'li. RIDD)ELL.. Trint art. gnne. sirl for ever. beloved L. E. L.. 'Thon art gone, with choice spirits for ever to dwell Bleqlneathing to mortals, thougih brief was thy stay, A memory to live In its beanty for aye. Iw eep for the harp t hat ]lan' sonthed me so oft, '.\lid the diseords of ?? with its breatbings so soft; I wep those bereaved onl a turbulent ses, But. I ...

... 'lTlE SCOTTBTISH IvDOW'S LA MENT. Ariuii tlle l.amillis tide Mid,. dIurn' thlo lill;,ll tlvc. Ill u5' oil. trat c sille wi(>o wi s blcst. lil illn A ?? ciilciii:lii, :111i t\\:lt ,a:irnis Nv, t 'roitId illen |ere Blit t liyi're f't:l'll II': Sill' thc Il' Oi' thil vei. S4air Irouille cains' r gate, ...

... IS PRAISE OF PORTIR. FYTTE THE FIRST. 0 HE.AVy WET I thine excellence I sing, 0 Heavy Wet i Netar of man, who having beer, Need envy not Olympian cheer- Oil thee my soul is set I Let other Bitish bacehanals Imbibe the fuseous stream VW,ich (luinlnes from Eblana sends To (Chriftendum's remotest cnds, Turban'd w ith mantling croae; Or, fraught u ith Oriental floods Of Hodson's bitter brewin', Of ...