... VPOETY. (Poma Murray's, Edition of the Life ant! Poems of the Rev. Ge.mrqe Crabbe, now Publishin.q-) LINES WRITTEN AT WARWICK. You that In warlike stories take delight, Ac. HAIL! centre-county of our land, and known For matchless worth and valour all thine own; Warwick I renown'd for him who best could write, Shakspeare the Bard, and him so fierce In fight, Guy, thy brave Earl, who made ...

... A BUROESS's LETTERS. The first impression which this volume will probably -nake- on those who take it in hand,'is the low price at which,ieven in ?? of cheap publications, it is rendered to the public; the next, the mass of local information which it contains. This cheapness has. been obtained '4hrough the liberality of some patriotic citizens, who have enabled the publisher to offer the book ...

... STANZAS ON LIFE. Alterno redeunt chore Risus et gemitus. et ,asidoit prope Simri cum Isarymis jon, Nase'ItUr medis gaudia lectibuS. .-CA315155 5Af~l5Tl 0u. In choral throng the smiles and tears With step alternate round us danee; Gay laughter link'd wit, woe, appears,- Andjogan care, twin-bori, advalce. O'er the sea of being, AR our pinnace glides, To its haveu fieeing With the fleeing ...

... Y=- LOW LEAY YEI,Lpiy LEAV ?? tug leaves are failing from the treem, The flowerl, -Ifaingall More chill asad boisterous is the breexe, More hoarse the waterfall: The sky, o'ermantled now with Clouds, Looks gray, and waned, and pale; The mist.fog spreads Its hoary shrouds O'er mountain, gsove, and vale. tlow lapse naur years away ! how fade ; :The raptures of the-mind I Onward we pass to storm ...

... TunsRH was a time-sweet time of ynutlfsl filly!- Fantastic woes I cosrteil, feign'd distress; Wooing the veiled phantom, Melascioly, With passion bori like Love, 1 it idleness. And likea lover, like sjealus lover, I bid mine iipi with a miser's art (Lest vulgar eyes her sweetiess shoul discover), Close in the Inmost cia nber3 of amy heast. And there I sought her, oft In secret soucht her ...

... 'On jfeath 5 grinm Death! why conn'at thou now' vthhiae hollow eyf and thy kinleas brow!? Wlseh thy fotnsr.o gaunt *nd wgrayr,- i tigi wkelon etripp'e o t dearess of clayr Thus lternly still is thewsoletnn night, -Now praete befre my waking s fght i Vision of hope I Vision of fear! Death, grim Death lwhy csm',t thoe hern? Away, away! or the sick msi.ibreatr ls *pent in siplorlng thy presence, ...

... WH4AT IS T1RUL PFTY? Hse 4sa -heard it said that it was ansolemn mockery for persons only ateei*~eaks of age to wsuscribe to the thirty-nine articles. lie isduld; indeed, agree that it was ridiculous to do so, if the subscription implied that thi party I Anew. what they contained, and believ: Uaens to be true. Such, howesver, was not the case. The subscription was only tantamount to saying ...

... I walk'd slth my love throgh theD meadows of morning, When light wfas frst startling the nation of bees4 -A starlet of clew every Icatf was atlorning, And fragrance distlll'.d from the wing of the breeze. We enter'd a grove where the jasmine was braiding Its arms with the nlghtshade, and twined with-the thorn, And paused near a iholly, whose branches were shading Each cowslip beneath from the ...

... B1e Poetical Worhs of the Rev. George Crawese, with his Letters and Journals, and his Life, btt his Son, is eight Volumes. Vol. viii. London, John Mwray, llbentarle street. The eighth volume of this singularly-elegant edition of the Life and Worksof ?? has an added interest over its precursors in the fact of its being composed of original tales, which come to us very much in the na- ture of a ...

... 1' OETIRY. STANZAS. Mere, upon this velvetbed, With thyme and heath-bell blossom spread, 'While the sun with parting tight Tiptoe stands on mountain height, Iooking downward to the sea, Where his head must canopy,- Let me careless lay me down, Free from sorrow's sullen frown, While the cricket's chirping sound- Scatters merry music round, And the flowers their beds prepare For the fays that ...

... . - OUSEHOLD HOURS. a own'sca the sceptic scof, the poet sighs, Hope oft reveals her dimly shadow'd dreams, Passd gerepb joy descends from pale blue skies, - And, like sweet sunset on wood.slkirted streams, 'Peace breathes around her willing harmonies. Her whisper'd music, whilst her soft eye beams- And the deep bliss, that &owm the household hearth, From all its woes redeems the bleeding ...

... .1 p l'VI.TE.Y T -, WUV'PING. Ah, lady I let no tcar for me ?? CIU~ter within thy daselinig eye;- * 1ine 'tis to weep, but not for thee: i; i- oraise the deep-thle ournfil sigt i sorrows such as mine remain Heap'd thick upon my gloomy breast; The gmiefs of others are but vain, Nor can compose me into rest. IMfy tears are-only such as ali, At times, when memory bids them. shed, And I must weep ...