... r, 'ltr. J. S. 'Blls, the popular comedian,, conolsded his limited o. engagement at our Theatre on: Monday night, on which coca- e, sionl the performances, whichrnwere for his benefit, included Air. a, Lee Moi'etoa's new and, if report may be relied onl, successfol d comedy of Loadons Assirance.- It may be as well if, before we o0 offer a few. observationo onr the piece, ito pretensions o, ...

... IA I ). SONGS OF THE SEA.-No. ii. Torw foeman incomesl but o'er the wave Otir country 's fllig is flying; To meet him go the true and brave, His hostile arts detying. Clear-clear the deck! give welcome meet, And drive tile stave before ye Chase-chase from every wave his fleet And fight for home and glory! The oceav.ibngs are on the main, All full of gallant darinsg ' O'er every sea they roam ...

... 30lottpI THE TORIES IN IRELAND. Ter; years hos e fleeted. aid lo! once more, The Torv is ruler enl Erie' shore!- But mightily posed and puzzled is te, uttedy'gone bhatfor tletrick thatd then .For all halts been ?? hr Isonrely And tonyesrby yorepite from ator/ la,d Ialls made it usJ torad s ltldaat knds I One csn't help thinhiocl hosev strange and queer Bto thoe brighte yobys fof ese oturick ...

... Mtrt l'ItUrt. jxelfalld its Scenryoi', Chara,'cter, 4jc., Part XII. ; by ?? a)nd Airs. C1. Hall.-flowr and Pardons, London. The present part is exclusively devoted to the wild county of i Tipperary, and, as tntghit have been expected, the anecdotesI ?? which it abounds are of more than usual interest. Sote, imteeesting details are given of that doass so thoroughly detestedt na Ireland, noatly ...

... IDott'p. A REMONSTRANCE, ,,Be not faithless-but believingl Dlan who dost thy doubts obey, Thou art but thyself deceiving When thon turit'st is scorn away. Shun the sceptic, coldly sneering At the holy and the high; Thou, the inward voice Tevering, To the source of %wisdom fly. Grasp the page which, bright revealing All the mysteries of God, Wakens every blessed feeling, And illumes thy ...

... 1, its T'a t U V V+ ? , Bristol Magazsine, No. 17S-Hodges, Bristol. Aci excellent sotild onl steam navigation,,which lately appear- ed in this promising miscellany, was inadvsrtently transferred to outr columone front thle Liverpoool Standalrd, without credit! beisig givcn to whore, credit was well-deserved, vii. :-to the 11Bristol Al agasise. The present number of thle same ubi cation ...

... Is ?? :VAY4 ETZE8f .- ,TiScRfeS L ,tr ES -,I lave been-shown the.beauty and the pox.er of, the Sacred Writinigi',s'; t by linqliubottions, but by opposite rfefescen ein every case of ditfeulty-; and it has been forcibly ii'p resed on m y mind,:1ho tiat ee is not a ?? il n wsibh we cdab'be-hliced, a feblinge whidhrcan arise; but We find directiobnstbete to meet every exigonciy; and this 'not ...

... O-lUl:CRINAL PAPERS. toe OUR SKETCH BOOK. I for I INA 1 OV l l ,t l .1- tCONStItiLtED TRIriLEts. An I-E~tE AOLfiiEl-N.Slutpce. sev s()Mi; A t ('IIN' OiF OUR GRl.ANDFATHER. che ClIMl'. V1II. spe *iii, dirt h' fitiu tire Bride abotit the l reck.' ve islo :, , ut triritly frinlroi Ifirings lhet beso pailis of life COT ?? ?? L mllt (fir fileit r:spee-ets blighted bh th.e for- the. grirlt sld ...

... OUR SKETCH BOOK. A, ?? ace OF UNOSctifEatI) Talt, LaS. O ldi Wvit sholepere, DEVONSHIRE T A LES.-Nn. 41. SOME ACCOUNT OF OUR GRIANDF'ATHgER. CHAP. VII. ~~If hids be love, I'll Iloio of it. ' Every person k. acoquainted with the regard wehich, was formnerly' pail to the day onl which thle Rapreosonativeo of the Majesty of the Law betook their portly parsonages beneath Ilha toiters of our old ...

... .- Cb: Bltibb BY 11100 ANN' BRitOWONE. M'o e. te n siomso ?? holy Word, Aln open vlelor1c for tile people lies. Atdl ' lie Irieo rouls oay road. The griolois lord Iloll writ lias love, s) that the Ilotioll's oyes lav oil bellold it. Whoi11, silall iltorposeo, Oei leaf His providelnc' hothi oped, to close? Flathers of Feglond, for 101ho0- (Lairly years The spring of tr11t1 1aY 01100, itrsil ...

... ?? .IF SONG. a NoT sooner shall tile snll forget * At earlv norn to rise- t Not soormr shall tho stars forget To gern the oidoight skies, Than I forget thy biatle, moy love,- Thoiu I forget thy omile! Though thou art far away from me, And grief my bosom fills- Though then, alas! art far front me, Behindi those azsire hills, IT is swoet to tthink on thee, my love,- S 'T is Osveet to thiiik on ...

... lattrp. THE HfISTORY OF A LIFE. BY B. COiNWALL, DAY dawn'd. Within a ctirtair'd And near it ofen tines was sen, ?? AgentlebDywiththoughtfulmien. liill'd to fainttess with perfume ' A lady Ily at point of doom. ' IYears fled. Heworeamanlyface And struggled in the world's rough Day closed. A child had seen tie race, SIhe tedi And won at last a lofty place. hotterh th lbady, fair and brightI She ...