... TMx @ONDR~mVhTIVE'SBSONG. Britannia's Bark Is on the wave, Her track is o'er the troubled water, Behind her yawns the whirlpool's grave, And distance shews her scenes of slaughter. A middle course fair Bark be thine, A middle course, and that will save thee, Where brighter sunbeams forth will shine, And silver waves more tranquil lave thee. A Pilot brave it at thy helm, And noble hearts are up ...

... 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 ...

... IRISH LITERATURE.-MR. BARRON. WE observe from an advertisement in the Dublin EBen- ing Post, that Philip F. Barron, Esq. of Waterford, has commenced a weekly Magazine, for the exclusive purpose of bringing before the public the neglected treasures of an- cient -Irish Literature. Mr. Barron is a gentleman of in- dependent fortune, one whose national spirit is not inferior to his resources, and ...

... REVIEW S. A 1l,)IE ?? ADD)RESSED TO TillE La)RD IlIjlIOP10 Oil LONDON, onl the sanction given in bio late chargc ito the clergy of that diocese, to the calumnies aoilst thc( D)issenters, contained inl Certain letters, sligned 1I S. F. by at iintciiber of' the Church of England. Ridg- eay, illi4. AVe uniderstandl thle author of' this seasonable ie ?? ted 1eilctia~itranCd'' is Cit AItES, ...

... COVENT-GARDEN. The genius of Pantomime is in a fast decline. There is no use in denying it. These fine scenes and splendid effects have played the very deuce. Harlequin thinks it unnecessary to exert himself -bewildered by visions and panoramas, and anything but what ought to be. His sword has lost its satirical strokes-his fancy and erernal movement are at a stand still-and that rotatory ...

... Every one must renmember the enthusiasm with app, which the opera of Der Freyschutz waapild ?? fwhonit was first performed in England. Der ing IFFreysebutz is certainly Webler's chef dcauvre, and arriv' Ithe universal reputation which it has acquired onh ?? ~~ing sapitat once asa work of transcendent merit. ?? There-is a4' certain kind of mitsic as there is a cer- the tailn kind of poetry, ...

... Otr! it was here that Love his gifts bestowed On youth's wild age! Gladly once more I ~sc my youth's abode, H In pdgrimagel Eere my young mistress with her poet dared Reckless to dwell; She was sixteen, I twenty, and we shared This attic cell. Yes, 'tvas a garret! be it known to all, Here was Love's shrine; There read, in charcoal traced along the wall, Th' unfinished line- Here was the board ...

... THE WANDEE;ER'S RETURN. AWAY thro' the fbreast So gloomy and lone, To the home of his fathers The wand'rer has gone; To light his dark path Not a star's in the sky, And he hears on the blast The hyena's wild cry; But be heeds not the storm that raves wild o'er his head, For he thinks on the days that for ever have fled. He thinks of the maiden With whom he has stray'd, At sunset, beneath The ...

... _ I. . 1. ;. . I - I Mr Wiloni's benefit took place ol Saturday eveningi on which occasion he had, what he is well entitled to, a bumper house, and the enthusiaistic plaudlits of a de- lighted audience. We have uot seen the theatre so crowded for many a day, every cornier being literally crammed to suffjryarisp., Mr W~ilson is as much itma- proved in his actinas in his sinring siace he left ...

... I evrtp., SONNET. o i come, thou of thb mild and gentle heart'1 Come, we will wend to academic bowers, And converse hold with man's eternal part- The deathless mind and its aspiring powers: While Chaucer, Spenser, Shakspeare, and all those Of mr own land v ho have grasp'd hands with Time, And smd'd upon Eternity, disclose Their potent charms in their immortal rhyme. Eternal amulets against ...

... I - I ORlMINAL AND ELECTED. A GHURC H IN NORTH WAI4ES. BY MltS. £1E1tANS. Blessings 'be round it still ! - that gleaming fane, Low in its mountain-gden t-old mossy trees Nsirrow the sunshine through th' untinited pane, And rft, borne in upon some fitful breeze, I'he d ep sound of the ever-pealing seas, FIlling the hillows with its antliem-tone, There nee:s the voice of psalms ;-yet not alone ...

... uffma-a ' LW Tn-Zr L . ORIGcNAL AND SELECTED. THE THREE HOMES. Where is thy honse l I ask'd a cilid, Who in the morning air Wai twini g flowers most sweet and wild, In garlandls for her hair. ?? hniue, thc happy heart repl ed, S niling in childish glee, Is on the sunly ?? side, Where soft winds wander free. O ! blessings fall on artltno youth, And all its rosy hours, When evety word is ...