... CUPID AND AIlNERVA. MY THOIMAS MOO'1E, ESQ. As Love, one summer eve, was straying, Who should he see, at that soft hour, But young Minerve, gravely playing Her flute within mi olive bower. I need not say, 'tis Love's opinion That, grave or merry, good or ill, The sex all bow to his dominion, As woman will be woman still. Though seldom yet the boy bath giver To learned dames his smiles or sighs ...

... BY LmIAS BIRD. MoTrm.n, raise those downcast eyes, And look upon our play; And, sister, close the heavy book- Is this not Christmas day? When did you ever let us laugh Alo.m, the livelong night ? Play with us now, or tell us tales, Around the hearth-fire bright. Then spoke the gentle motber-she Whose cheek was wan and pale, And from her fair and faded brow Drew back the mourning veil. Alas! ...

... ;PROTESTANT EMIGRATION-THE DUB- ?J4&UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE. THEV afayhazine for this month contains, amongst other impdrtant, one on the progressive emigration of Protestants frot Ireland, twv we are anxious to direct attention on account of t mpunt interest of the subject, and the spiritaof c r add fairness in which the article in question is iv tte e may remark, by way ,of preface, that the ...

... The following beautiful lines were written by a gentleman .in Boston, United States, and spoken by one of the pupils of the New Englhnd institution for the Blind, at its late exhibition. TnE bird that never tried his wing Can blithely hop and sweetly sing, Though prison'd in a narrow cage, Till his bright feathers droop with age. So I; while never blest with sight, Shut out from heaven's ...

... THE INDIAN. UPE stood erect and proud, Up-n; his native sod, As Fresh as when the human face -Was moulded first by God. The red deer at his voice Z fefre him trembling flew, Anii the eagle, quivering, left the cloud, 'When his strong bow he drew. Anid fearless would he stray By mountain, rock, and stream; Or'sleep within the maple wood Of that fair world, to dream; Whete Chiefs'of lofty name, ...

... O'CONNEJLL'S ODE. I'll illi the Ministers, 'We nre Eighit.' ?? ]D ., lant Sperh. Slin ur oat, boys all, both great anid small, We've triuollrplred miglt Ilty te Lt Ire lalsd hail 0'CCoonunL 's tnil, Ouldl ii Cs glriouos EigIht, Sllfloo, thee, lads ! Rippalers ! Raps Htce Jrlund's Mnimi 1)01 state IWhart he will do, what v ouise pur'sue, i3;1cked by his uoiglty Eiglht.' Kaow thell his ?? ...

... FOR THE BELFAST NBWES-LETTER. AN ANSWER. YOU'LL. never gain aught by regretting, What cannot be helped must be borne, Then do, for God's sake, cease this fretting, 'Tis far better to laugh than to mourn. Why should we still grieve o'er, and sorrow, For pleasures long since past away? Let us hope that a brighter ' to-morrow Will succeed all the gloom of to-day.?' 'Tis true, there are ...

... LO-NG HARRY'S SONG AT LOUGH-SHEELAN. * (Fron the Dublin University Magazine.) I'LL give .you a song, Itis a true Irish strain, Our cruiskeess and glasses, my boys, let us drain; Your voices in chorus now manfully lend, And, sing the potatoes, the Irishman's friend. Ballynamona, Oro! - A laughing potatoe for me. 'Tis the root of-all roots, and that ev'ry one knows, And best of all places, in ...

... On the Sdinstant, the Autumnal Cattle Show of the Kilwarlin Farm. ing Society was held tit Hillsborough, when a large and well-selected stock, of all descriptions, were placed in competition for the premiums l offered by'the Society. At twelve .o'clock the judges, Messrs..,Rhbert Morrow, of Moira, Samuel Doak, of Canallan, and Joseph Hollings, of Hilisborough Park, commenced theirexaminition ...

... LINES WRITTEN BY THE REvX CHARLES WOLFE, WHILE STANDING UNDER WINDSOR TERRACE. (From the Dublin University Mgazzine fbr Aiugust.J I SAW him once on the terrace proud, Walking in health and gladness, Begirt with court, and in all the crowd Not a single look of sadness; Bright was the Sun, and the leaves were green, Blithely the birds were singing, .: The cymbal replied to the tambourine, And ...

... BY N. P. WILLIS, AN AMERICAN POET. TnEREs' something in a zioble boy, A brave, free-hearted careless one, W With his uncheck'd unbidden joy, His dread of books and love of fun, And in his clear and ready smile, Unshaded by a thought of guile, And unrepress'd by sadness._' Which brings me to my childhood back, As if I trod its very track, And felt its very gladness. And yet it is not in his ...

... a. .. -. . No. II.-(Sra ADVE£RTISrSENT.) We: have perused the second number of the DuBliN it;NEERvSITY MAfAGAzr\-e, the establishment of which we lid lately occasion to notice. In politics it appeared, at first, to he quite too ultra on the Conservative side to suit out taste-this, at least, was our -impression on reading the first number; but, in the second, there are many indications of a ...