... THE BLIND GIRL AT THE HOLY NELL. ItCITATITE. TaimY have left their cot for the holy well,. Near the cross in the valley flowing;' Its bright blue tide iath a seraph's spell, ight and joy to the blind bestowing. A poor blind maiden, in tearful pray'r, is meekly beside it kneeling- And the lov'd ones of home are with her there, For that strtanilot's charm appealing. Spirit of light ! :with thy ...

... aurrature. ulbliu Uairtsrhty 3Rykiaziinefor October. Dublin, 1P, Curry & Co. TIIE opening article in the University Magazine for is month is entiticia English aoid A~iicrican 7Tanslations -Schiller-a subject in which we honestly confess that . teel only a moderate degee ofinterest. This, we doubt t, is on our part, an instance of very indifferent taste, tile literary fashion of the day is ...

... ?? ?? ,C'-rvrctr'!l Vocirr. TIHE FLOWERS OF MAY. Tier flowers of May, o'er many a liarp of olil their lblossoms hung, A nd inaiy a voice of later times Their peerless bloom ?? sung ArId joy, in but and palace hall, Onoe hailed the festive day, WVlorse brightness to our fathers brought The vwelcome flowers of May. 'fire statrltes of the golden age, That lingurudl faint and long Ia sylvan rites ...

... original 4Oetr,. THE VOICE OF AGE. iWEET CHERUB, cease thy blithesome play, And joy awhile forego, 'Pill I with mournful truths pourtray A sketch of human woe. Look, look, upon my withered form, The wreck thou see'st in me, Mith borne many a thunder-storm On life's tempestuous sea. 3y footsteps were as free and fleet, My heart as light as thine, Till wanton folly lured my feet To pleasure's ...

... TIHE DREAM-A MYSTERY. I RSEBMT that I was vardering by a stream, Along whore shelvilg biaks graow mnialy a flower Of rtairy briglhtcss, aad whose breast did aeem Trerdling u itlh jay, as if it ielt the powvr (f its own tir illitig inelody- the glcania Ot day's declina g orb, hI golden sh civer, Descended o'cr the earth, nod hiomn t!e shy D)ay brcathed in even';s ear big pia a Ling sigh. ] ae ...

... 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 ...

... ANctirv. THE MARRIED MAN'S FARE. HAPPY and free are a married man's reveries, Cheerily, merrily passes his life; He knows not the bachelor's revelries, devilries, Caress'd by and bless'd by his children and wife. From lassitude free, too, sweet home still to flee to A pet:on his knee, too, his kindness to share A fireside so cheery, the smiles of his deary, Oh !'this, boys;. this, is the ...

... BY MRS. JAMES GRAY. (From the University Magazine, for April.) Joyous and happy creatures--7 Roamers of earth and air_ Free children of the woods- Bright glancers o'er the floods, Your homes are every where Dear are ye, and familiar to the heart, Mldking of nature's loveliest things a part. Ye are upon the mountains, With proud and lonely flight; Ye are uponithe heath; The dear blue heaven ...

... Stlecter VI oetrv. THE LAY OF LYNEDOCH. '-Death hias bcen very busy, and lies cnrried off one or'two persons rif note; amongit the reat, the gallant old Lord i ynedoel. at the mature age of 94.-Few men liave titced death more frequenily, for his military career extended over the whole period of tbe Freunci revolutionary war, including, of course, the rise and downafl of Napoleon, and yet he ...

... -PdEWiY3EAINt'-fiBAY MIRJ INGS. Tmu riflies apace-irnd into the swelling tcrhtr Of tile past etemity lrath.dropt another year Of sin and sorrow, siekldness and shame, (creat tlroljblnas ofanmbitiongreat defeats, (-Crcat rhowingatief man's goodncss, but too rare! And yet 'tis but one year I-Almighty God ! O what a compound is tly creature man! In the green spring-timne like a littic bud, Feeble ...

... ORIGINAL POE T.R Y. MY MARY. Et mo fecere poetamn Picrides.- V1iril. * Quod si me lyricis vatibus inscres Sublimi fcriam sidera vortico.-Hi4race. Wmo is the nymph so young and gay, S On whose cheek mirth and humour play, Whose edes on me in scoret stray F My Mary I lyhoso first young thoughts to me havo fled, Whoso first fond glance on me was shed, Whoise lceks of love to mine first sped ? ...

... (From the Poems and Ballads of Schiller.) NVrI (lten nof, thy lumblingR beeding, (Soft and innocent aro they !) Watch them on the herbage feeding, Or beside the brooklet ?? ? Motiher, mother, let me go, O'er tile mount to chase the roo. Wilt tho(l not, around thee bringing, Lure the berds w ith0 lively hloru ? *:aily go thc clear bells ringing, TIhlrough tlie echoing forest borne I Mother ...