... las'roi, rI'lLOSO'HTICAL, AND LITE'lRARY iNSTl'Tl.UTION. 'rile ei-het.I 'snlvea 'enecal -Ileetittg of' hids Society so o tld in the L'ecture-reoin onl Thurvsday last, wshenl J. S~. ial'lur'i, .E tq., v-aS Cledli lii tiho Ciioir. After tle oeiinytrettt vr proccedh egs, ti t chitmatrno read ieilpt. it stated that thle eotitoiittee, in, thet dis- iilrg f tii fuc iltionis tinting the pest te' ell ...

... RLEGIAC STANZAS TO N'o more-lno mpre-ohl never mre Oil mc, * The freshoess oti tle heart call fall like dew. WIIEN I have reached that restilng place 'l'owwhichl each moment hastes mue on, I care not wiho my path may trace, Or whilt teiy'll say'when I am gonc,- if thou, the star by whose soft light 1 journey o'er lite's stormy wave, Wilt c1heer my longest, latest night, And shed thy ...

... AIr. Miller's second horticultural fete for the present season, look place on Thursday, and was a source of infinite delight to a large assemblage of the wealth, beauty, and fashion of Bristol and the adjoining counties. The arrangements were upon the same scale of liberality as at the fbrmershow, and in everything thetaste and judgment of Mr. M. were conspicuous. Havinrg recently, atsome ...

... !'THE INVINCIBLE AI'XMADA. [FRON1 THE GERMAN.] t IT comes-it comes! the haugfitmtsoutheen navy- Beneath its burden groans themigbty sea- With elanging chain s, to new gods to ?? ye. And thund'ring thousaind-tongued artillery. A fearful host fl ttoating citadelios (Their like thc oceans ne'er beheld till now, Inviicible! bethre thee nationS boxv' It saileth onward, o'er the trighted biVllIwS; ...

... SIXTH EXHIBITIOaV OF PICTURES. The Sixth Exhibition of Pictures at the above Insti- tution was opened to the Public on Monday, the l5th E instant; The subjects, 91 in number, are, with the exception of a few by eminent artists of this country recently deceased, the productions of old masters; and s we cannot sufficiently praise the liberality of their pro d prietors, which has enabled the ...

... to 5T~tLY. - = =T = =. SERENA DE. THE sun has set, Day lingers yet, The red-moss rose is weeping; And lone and still O'er the distant hill The yellow muon is peeping. 'Tis calm as death, Save the balmy breath, Of the breeze o'er night flowers stealing; While the star of love Is seen above Thro' fleecy White clouds sailing. List ! Marian, dear, Thy lover's near, 'Tis his guitar that's sounding; ...

... TAIr'S MAGAZINE FOR JULY. Tait has put forth an excellent number this month. Reviews, politics, poetry, and literature, are all good. Of the poetry and politics we furnish tpecimenis in other parts of our paper,' ind for the rest refer our'readers to the publication, which is well worth their notice. THE BRITISH CYCLOPEDIA. The progress which this publication has now made enables us to spsak ...

... Too matron At her mirror, with her hand upon her brow, i tsazing d- her lovely face, aye, lovely even now; T WVIr detb she lean upon her hand with Such a look of care? em Why stiflUthat tear arosS betr cheek ?-she sCes her first grey hair. Timefrom her form hath tWen awa' but little of her grace, of V1c tguch of thought haib digniled the beauty of her face; Wt& s inegmngle.in the daenre, where ...

... -IERE'S A URA.ITH TO THE MiNSTREL! (From, the Month4l Magazile.) 1 Cait's a health to the minstrel! *wherever he wanders, May his path-way through life be unclouded by care; Mav the memories be sweet upon wlicb his soul pouders, And the charms of his fancy be soothing and fAir. And if never more by the gr'een-smiling valleys, IAnd white cliffs of Albion he's destined to roam. When the breath ...

... THE YOUNG SAILOL. ' Yea, like as a father pitieth his own children.-Ps. cMii. I. -To ao, young thou art, my tenderboy, But should your father die, my boy, Td brave the roaring tide ' And should your home be sold, Whobadetheeseek thy new employ ? And shoul4 yD;u he no more tbejoy .When thus the youth replied :- Of early friends, grown cold ? I care not though the seai; run high, Ohi ! ...

... TALE PEASANT'S SONG IS ON THE BREEZE. I Tmi Peasant's song is on the breeze, As jocund to his home he hies; And softly, through the forest trees I hear the sounds of Pleasure rise:- Sweet rural sounds, that speak of peace- That tell the long-expected hour When from their toil the labourers cease, And seek and find a gentler powser. Nons blithesome to the village grreen Thrir wsay the rural ...

... THE LAUREL AND TIiE LYRE. Slharpe, London.-A col- 3ection of Fugitive Poetry, of the 19th century, has been published, in two volumes, under the above titles. The selection evinces much ability in the editor; but few pieces are below mediocrity-the majority is of superior excel- lence; and, upon the whole, the work is peculiarly well calculated for those whose funds will not allow them to ...