... ORICGJL AI. POETRI. THE LAST OF 111S RACE. ?? AN' i'Nl'TlMlSllD P'OEM, B1Y D. MiiE. YODDL'I.,.. 11Yrril the liue chy above hilni, t lie green earth below, Anid the pure air around Iii h, w lcre'er lie nay go Witi a stlsreig limid to velcomne P is friund3 1r Iilid foes, A nil a dclg. ever fai dlful, to wateh his, reproe ; lie wavkes on tile )Ullntaill, lie Mieeips ill the glen. IeI drinlis of ...

... 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 ...

... 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 ? ...

... ?? NOTIC11. LjECTURE ON SOCIALISM, Delire.`l I' lh Renfieldl-street Clhurcha, GIla'syot, by the 1I elo. 11latcr M' Gileray, of St. Mark's Cu ch, Glas- A ?? Collins. 1841. Trils eloquent lecture, which was delivered on the peingo of the 22nd and a9th of March last, was design- to form one of a series On the prevailing forms of wlij, ?? iihich were at that time in the course of de- ,very bv ...

... ORIGINAL POELTRY. TIHE STRAYING MAID. 0O1, sihl is ill her very summer day, Her eye is gladsome and her herat is light; In dreaans of joy ber spirit flies away, And all her fancy's plicturiugs are brighit; Her youthful bosom angula not of ill, Affection's star is rising in her beart, And loves fanatic scenes ore near her still- Awake! sweet maiden ! all is conjured art! Where sleeps dear ...

... (Fro( the Edinburgh Wit)ess England and France may be said to have no national music ; Scotland has one of a very high character, and has long been celebrated as a musical country. But she has always boen not more a musical than a religi- our country, the Scottish psalm tulnes, deeply pathetic and solemn as they are, attostiug h hw efrectually t be national music has impressed itself oa her ...

... (Froin the London . Puris Ladies'1Magazine qfFaslieon,) Materials of silk or worsted are now so varied and beati- fal, atid also so moderate in price, that in Paris they are more fashionable than the coloured mnslins, or cottoni manfatc- tires. baregrs, fonlards, persannes chine, &c. &c. and a now article imitrtting lace, lined with collurs, with robes of tar- latane in piik or bitte, ...

... SONG. Amn-1 Th7 Soldier's Tear. is not affection's nerve, Within the scanmur's brcast, More sensitively tender than The love that's ne'er distrcss'd ? The bhusband on the shore, With wifo and cl!ild still near, fie need not heave tho sever'd sigh, Or drop the absent tear. The seamen comes from lands Tar, far o'er many ix aves, And seehts bis little homely cot, Wlrilst hope, ecstatic, raves 0 ...

... SPIRT that breathest through my lattice, thon That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow Thou hast been out upon tho deep at play, Riding all day their wild blue waves till now Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! -Nor I alone-a ...

... SER EN A DE. Tnr. moon is high III the Mloudless sky, The twinhlirng stars shine brightly, love- DI7y lute is bere, And its toncs FO clear Will blend witi thly voice all lighitly love; And tbe breezc will fling From its balmy wiig Tho sounds o'er lalko and hill, my love; And ccho wvill tell, From her viewlcss bell, That thei midnight winds are still, my love. Oh, come when the stream Beneath ...

... A SABBATII EVE. Tima sun is but a stride above the hills, And he looks weary with his watchling long, And welcomes these bhie peaks, and shadowy glens, 'Well fit for iIummler. Many a liveried cloud Stamids at his crmamber door; beside his feet The sweet-tonvued lark porsuadoth him to sleep. In sooth it hath been a stianige day-each hour Unlike its neighboiar hour. The morning rose With ...

... a ? PI TS, a ? Ri Z! PA' TINII Ow F (11 E. ?? Rfpcider 1?!-pulsed ;A Corruc ZNiirrative ofthic Rise rind Prorgerss !f die Repeal .lirv'asiiiu if Ul ,ster, 'SC. ?? aijiiriijriiite Poetical and Pictriinal Illustrations, &'c, Wa, oughit to aoplogisc for Dot having sooner noticed the pamphlet before 'us, which, in accordance with its title-page, contains an ample and correct narrative of the ...