... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ...

... 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, ...