... SON G. listn's to thee, nmy Scottish lassie! here's a hearty health to thee, For thine eye so bright, thv formn so light, sad thy Ftep so firrm and free; For alt thisse artless eleg~anae, and all thy native grace, For the music of tl) mnirthfil voice, and the sunshinc of thy face - For thy guzileless look and speechb sincere, yet sweet as speech. canlbe -lere's a health, my Scottish lassie ! ...

... 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 ...

... I must sleep) lGW.-..3vyIoN. TirE splendor of the Poet's lyre1 The eloquence of faille- The spirit's intellectual fire- The glory and the name- The eagle wving that leaves , ehiuri The proud stars in its fight- The power- the enetgyrhthe mimi Urnutterably bright: The heart that sheds its olwn bright hiles, Andl sings its onvn sweet straill Imagination's gorgeous views- (That raiuinow of the ...

... CiUCKOO! thy mallow note, Borne to the lonely mind along the fields, On gales that through the evening's glories float, A softening pleasure yields. The thoughtful heart is stirred With unforbidden pensiveness, to meet Among the new-robed trees-thou eloquent bird, Thy simple measures sweet. Of calm refresh ng Spring,, When the spirit of the saddening man is gay As a young bird upon its new ...

... LADIES, FASHIONS FOR SEPTEMBER. |(Firm tie World qf Fasdion.) MAKE AND MATERIALS OF OUT-DooR Cosi umE.- Foulards printed muslins, and batistes de soie, are most in favour. The most novel of the second are the mousselines tentation; the prettiest are those of the new shades of orange and blue, the patterns and colours are extremely delicate. The thick stripe is very narrow. Dresses are mostly ...

... FOR TEB BELFAST ZVEW&LETTER. THE INDIAN'S GRAVE. Foor the camp of the warriors, far ~have I sped, To linger a wvhile by thy grass-covered bed; To hear the light winds of the w ilderness sigh O'er the grave where my first and my bravest does lie. The pride of thy home,-thau art slumberin'g now, Yet the summers are few tiat have beam'd on thy browv: Thro' the forest you hastened, with aroTW and ...

... .FOR TIIB BELFA ST NE IVS-LETTER. . STANZAS, ADDRESSED TO AIR. Tr11OMlAS BEGGS, NEAR BEELFAST. I lOVE the lone shore when the winds are asleep, And the moonbeams are bright on the breast ot the deep; When the bark's flowing, sail fades anway frm the sight, And the sea bird's wiled scream breaks the silence of night. I love to contemplate the blue, starry sky, When the moon from the dark bill ...

... T' copy the following heautifitl verses of our townsman, Mr. J. S. KNOWLES, from the last number of W/idtahe ?? 0lontJhly /Mqnzin-e- a periodical which we have often bad occasion to recommend, and which has greatly risen in point of talent and attractiveness since the commence- ment of the New Series. We shall occasionally enrich -our columns by selections from it as usual:- BY SHERIDAN ...

... 1POJR ThE JBELFASTNEVTS-LE'TET,?. I LOVED her, but she could not love, Although her heart was kind; Her look was gentle as a dove, And peaceable her mind, Her young heart beat, her blue eyes shed A tear that dimm'd her eye, She wished, she scorned. and then she fled To tell her mother why- She could not think to ever wed With one so old in years; The world's scorn she seemed to dread, And ...

... FOR TI-E' DELFAS' NE~V'S-LETTER. STANZAS. o TELL me cans't thou e'er forget The little fairy well- The spreading tree where oft ire met, When summer evening fell ? For gentle was the gale that breathed Upon eaeh leafy bough, When underneath their shade I wreathed A garland for thy brow. Yes, balmy was the air that stirr'd The rose-leaf on thy breast, When last we beard the lonely bird Mourn ...

... THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTrlINGEN. A STULDENT' S LAMENT. WtHEYE'XR with hsaigard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true, Who studied with me at the U- niversity of Gattingen. Th,*re first for thee my passinn grew, My sweet Matilda Pottingen ! 'She was the daughter of my Tu- -tor, Law Professor attthe U- niversity of Gottingen. Swveet 'kerrhief, csheck'd with ...

... On Wednesday evening, Mr. James Bryce delivered his introductory Lecture on Geology, in the room of the Natu- ral History Society in the Museum. The audience was ex- ceedingly numerous and respectable, including a large assem- blage of Ladies; and so crowded was the rooin that many persons were obliged, from want of accommodation, to retire before the Lecture commenced. A universal interest ...