... Ai you that are too fond of wine, Or any other stuff, Taeo warning by the dismal fate Of on0 Lientenant Lout'. A sober manl he might have been Except in one regard- leo did not lile soft water, So lie took to drinking hard. Said lie, let others fancy slops, And talk in praise of tIn, ]3ut I am no Bobemian, So do not like Bo11sa: if wine's a poison, so is tea, Tfiough cl innother shape What ...

... VAU PE-VIRE. BlY OLIVEFR BASSEILIN. IcS'I' us drink as anily timnes As our naines liave letters in thlem; Sing we Islghter-moving rihymem; Say, Who shrill the first begin thorn? Pour the gollen eider high; LIst the ?? take From those drops of sunny (lye, Which now mirth ind wit awake. 0h I my name is all too short For that tide that swiftly passes Lot meo add, to spood our sport, Lotters many ...

... THE OLD UBEY MlARE, BSY J. H. R. BAYLEY. SoMa dogen long years had the famous old tit Bees grazing in meadows and champing the bit; Add used as a roadster or rid In the chase, .She still went along at a fatmous old pace. the had had from a colt but one matter to plane, And had carried him well and yet done it with ease; And never was known In her life time to slack, Wheu her daring old rider ...

... ,iN OFFERING oF ORATITUD'E ON HRR 5ZAJESTY'S hIRTII-DAY. TnE laik dwells lowly, Madam, on the ground, And yet his song within the heavenF is found The basest heel may wound 1im cie be rise, But soar lie must, for levo exalts his ekes. Though poor, his heart must loftily be spent, And lie sings frce, crown'd with the firm-ment. A port thus (ifl6ve and latcr fame May warrant him to wenr thi,t ...

... ONNUFTS ON THE1 FALLS OF CLYDE. ST()NEBY It ES WVuhtw I ye are powerless-at this scene or power, Feebly and idly from the tongue ye fall: Hcart h bear me witness how I felt that hour- The dim, lone hour, when, night with veiling pall Deep'ninz its wildness. Stonebyres met my sight. The white foatn, flashing through the gulf profound, A1adc e'en stern midnighit wear the smile of light, And time ...

... ADDRrgElS TO TIMRE-AUGUtRT, 18HM. P1Y JOiN BETIIUNE. CRAY monareh of ?? ! Stern conqueror of kings ! BeneathIi wi(sce all nbl~ounded sw'y, Tlhe ?? nations melt away, And nre forgotten things! 0h ! spare litt one poor gift to me, And I resign the rest to theo ! If aught of manly grare, Or youthful bloom be mine, Take from thy ?? form and face, Enoh faintly mrrkeld and fading trace, Stern ...

... M U SING S - RUOGG5TED BY THRI. OAf PROMOTION OF MRS. NETIHURGCO.U ibe wilmo Nefllercrat Is appolited ?? of Lougireta, In tbe room of lher due(nsbed husta d.m-L.h, rick ('hronler. WiSETHIR aq queens or subjects, In these days, 'Women seem form'd to graco alike each station; As Captain Plaberty gallantly 6ays, You, ladies, are the lords of the oreation I' Thus o'er my mind did presclent ...

... ORIGlIVAL P'OETR r. THE CURSR OF CONAN-MORE. A LEGEND OF TYRONE. And Cor'noreore, vho volved Ills race Por ever to tio fight nid chase; Anldt cursed himl of lls lineage born, Should sheath the swvord to reap thc corn! Or leave the wouinitaii anod tile wold Tosrhroudt himself in rastled hlaitid- Hotnr. Mv kingdom's hivtlted-my warriors are slain- The foot of the stranger is ott my doinaln, ...

... 1BY J. T. CIIPCIIIASE, DREa]A ;Y the time wheu I moic sublmeo On my fiery cloud-capt car; Wheu my ?? Nash, and my big cluuds clabi In tho boundless rcalmu afar ! lly bursting cloud opeaks forth aloud, With a Voice that thrills with akwe, Like a reniding rock, or an carthquake's shock, Or tbh din of a distant war. 'I'beu, then is tie thir, for the mind to climb F'rom grovelling thoughlts to ...

... TIgE SPECTRE SHIP. Tihe following lines are translated from a German poom, by M. die Zcdlitz, written many years ago. The author had then little reason to expect so prosaic a fulfilment of his poetical dream, as the atrival of La B/lae Peoule, at Cher- bonrg, with the remains of Napoleon.-Atheswiaan] Tnu sonnd Is flitting before the gale, No stars in the diak heavens play, Hligh over the ...

... wao,[A'Al, POEMY. I Lovs to Contemplute Gods wotkq on lbigib And view the glories of the boundless sky; I love by ocean's silent shiore to roam, .And ma ke thc wibl, wild miountain's side my hoPn; I love the tempest wslien it roars, I love the wvild bird when hc soars, I love by the cool, cool stream to lie, And scent the flowrets ere they die. Oil ! I love to read in neiient story, Of heroes ...

... TIHE PILLA FR TONIERS. TiEY have stood for ages numlborless, Yet what mortal tonzouo may say, Why their heads are raised 'mid our purile hills, Those tzill menmorials gray, That frowning stand as records lone Of ages passed away. A thousand sunimer suns have cast Their lengthened shadows down- A thousand winds swept over thien, Yct still iul strengtli they frown, Telling of days when ghint ...