... ORIGIN4 L POETRI,. ELRGIAC STANZAS OS TIHE PRENATUI; DEA I'll (e It'HNairE'ZA AtlORRO11% LATE OF KILIIOOT, AND 1`ktiltiiMLY OF MOUNITSTE5IART. Iltivisli(Rise glac! Why deat thoal reed iii sander Wh'alat klie hatti kilt, anti stnipjathy niade o0e ' AOuAiN I mrarit tho lengthenilg day, And op'ning bulds on every tree- Birds sing their lovo-notes on each spray, In. nature's sweetest melody. A ...

... SONG.- MARVA RHUDDLAN. 'TWVAR at the time when the whlitethorn was i lowing, When pleasant and fruitful the early dews fell, That to the wars as my Owen was going, 11e staid one sad moment to bid me farewell. But, oh, tile marshes, the marshes of Rhuddlan I He knew not for ever he bade mtr farewell. Sad was our parting, and bitter tears falling Showed hearts full of sorrow, and bursting with ...

... oJIGIA1AL POETRY STANZAS. 1lY r T. 11 rt G S, To s. hee the spirit when low, \Vai eoninis baetowed-bnt, m vain, Fur nluihts has alvays b( r wor, A ad pnts -ire the p)ralts !a/;poin. Henr favours ao dear and divi e, W Iav( vin(i-sed with beiegr; diatresued, In) pemiry SItfferd to pine. While ?? with plenty wag lelst. Folnl M alice ?? sF:d\ titer b1l iiil, And ?? will hliss thee ilitd, If ...

... TfIE SITERS OF SC'IO. BY MRS. EVAANS. The following beautifol poom is descriptive of an Incident arising out of the horrid massacre of the Sciots by the Turks in 18 22, when many of those who escaped their cruel butoheries fled to the mountain caverns. SISTBR, sweet sister, let me weep awhile I Bear with me, givo ?? semhlen paassion way. Thoughts of our own lost home, our sunny isle, Come as ...

... AlY IBEAUTIFUL! MY OWVN! 0, iolluV I ?? to Paze UpOn The Inighltness tf tly Lrow; To munik the Instic of ?? ee,. And dwell within its glow , To ?? 1nt1sic of thjy voli(c, Soft as a seraph's tone, And sip the notar oftihy breath, bly-beautiful !-my own! O ?? I would sulf'r worlds of pain To live a life with thee I To linger 'neathtMy brightest snnle In heavenly ecstacy i To chaso life's cares ...

... go NN POSTAGE. FROW Unitersal Suffrage some Say'every blessing' smilre to dome, As clear as one and one make two; But others may it's all a hum, And thore's no blessing like the U- niversal Penny Postage. Of all tile penn'worths Nature gave- A penny show, a penny shave, (Tliere's biacking for a penny, too,) A penily biscuit-all must waivo Their claims in favour of the U- tiversal Penny Postage ...

... 13Y MRVS. SIGOUOlNRY. Tiou wvak'stmy baby boy, from sleep, And through its silken fringe Thine eye, likc violet, pure and deep, Gleams forth in azure tinge. With frolic smiles and gladness meek, Tby radinot brow is drewt While fondly to thy mother's cheek Thy little hand is prest. That little hand ! what prescient wit Its history may discern, Ere time its tiiy hones shall knit * With manhood's ...

... a ri-XONOMOR08.5' In all the noticen that a man performs, some part of IIs life passeth, We die with doingthat for which only our sliding life was granted. Nay, thougih we do nothing, Time keeps his constant paice, aud flilesa fast in idlenesse as in employment. Whbther we play, or labour, or sleep. or dance, or study, the Sanneeposteth, and ?? sand rUnne8.-O`wN'HN FELTrHAM, WVEARIPID Withi ...

... ORIGINAL Oh,IN'. I lE A 1 1: OS D1) I E A M. ily J. IL B. T'ei Abliot Nat down, at tbe ?? honard, Awl Is face Nvitih jy did beansi Anm, like flashes of fire, tbh jewelts bright Ia his mitre of goib did glealim- lint hi8 eyes glittered more, and lhe ceemol like ono Wihne of feavenly plains did dream. They filled his plate, And the good fatber ate. - Aol1, still ns ho ite, svore hile, That ...

... The following amusing extract is taken from the ad- ventures of Charles O'Malley, in the Dublin University Magazine for the present niontli-the story is related by Mickey Free to his master :_ May be you heard tell of the way my father, rest his his soul wherever he is, came to his end-well, I need nt mind particulars, but, in short, he was murdered in Balli- nasloe one night, when he was ...

... TO THE SOUTITA WND.. BALMY breeze from the blossomy south. - 1(4681bg MY lips with thy. tender mouth, Touohing my forehead with delicate hand; Lifting my hair up with breath so bland, And bathing my head with scents of floweres Borne from the laps of southern boweis- Balhny breeze, I-behold not thee; Yet, oh, how beautiful thou must be! Stay-wilt thou stay, sweet breeze P Ah ! nowr It bath ...

... (From a Translation in the New Monthly Magazineeofa Work recently published in Gerlian by Prince George of Hanover.) There is not a more convincing proof to what a de- gree music is the language of our feelings, how elosely it is interwoven with our whole being, than the consitleration in how many ?? ways, ant to what tifierent purposes it is applied. The inhabitant of (ivilizod eontries may ...