... 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 ...

... (Continuedfrom our last.) P5ALMIE LVIX. Bre mercifull to ree, 0 God, bee merelfull to nie: For why? my Soul in all assaults shall ever trust in thee. And till these wicked stormes be past, which rise on every side: Under the shadow of thy wings my hopes shall alwayes bide. 2 I will therefore call to the Lord, who is most high alone, To God, who will his work in moe bring to perfection. 3 flee ...

... JOHIN KNOX'S AllETRICAI, VERSIN OF THE PSALMS. N ?? (Coatinucdfrofli our' last.) EP S A 1 . M E TIL. SAVO Mee, 0 God, for thy Names sake, And by thy grace my cause defend : 2 oi, hleave my prayers which I make, And lot my words to thee ascend. 3 For strangers do against moo rise, And tyrants secek My Soul to spill T'rhey set not God before their eyes, 13Bt bent to please their wicked will. 4 ...

... THE MOUNTAINS. OLt Erin's vales are beautiful, And pleasing to the sight; Her tangled dells and verdant glades Are sunny, green, and bright But oh l I love her mountains steep, Where all is wild and free, As the foaming headlong cataract, Leaping onward to the sea ! Firm, since creation's morning dawn'd, These noble fronts have stood; Unchang'd by earth's convulsive throee, By tempest, or by ...

... GRACE DARLING-BY WORDSWORTH. AIo-,G the dwellers in the silent field z The natural heart is touched, and public way And crowded street resound with ballad strains, Inspired by one Whose very name bespuanks Favoulr divine, exalting humans lovc; Vlhom, since her birtth on bleak Northumntria's coast, KIloVn unto few, but prized as far as known, A single act endears to high and low Through the ...

... TrHE SLAVE'S DREAM. REsiDE the uingathered rice he lay, Hise sickle in his hand; 11is breast usas hare, his matted hair Was buried in the send. Again, in the midst and sh'adow of sleepi ?? saw his native land. Wiide through the ltndsenpe of his dreamt The lordly Niger flowed; Bleneath the pald trees on the plain. Once more a king he strode; And heard tie tinkling caravarns- Descend the ...

... origin a I Poetry. T R III UTE 'JO TIIR MENIORY OF THE REV. R. M. NIMCIIEYNE Yit who watched ?? (3 ing led. llt.Mird ye ?? the angel choir? &,w yo not the flamitig oteeuis. Aud the chadiut wheels of fire ? WVlii'i the horsemen inre him hence, IIuard ye tint the worfls that fell Froii 1his lips ill tievent prayerP- Vere thliy not for Itrael Yes ; fir 'alestine lie pirayed, Aiid for Scutland'9 ...

... (From the German of J. G. Seidl.) BY JOHNt4 OXESNFORD. TH= hing bin heir lbea sumrnmood, leis life Is near its close By both his hands lie takes him, the royal throne lie Fhowe, My son- thus speaks he, trembling- you throne I leave ti thee; Yet take, with my dominion. one parting word from me. Thiiikt thou this world a palace, where nought but pleasurn dwell ? Jndeed, my son, 'tis not so; ...

... TH1F MYSTMY OF PEMIUI5CENCE-* (Trem P(oEw:s end Ballads of Schliller, in Bl/el, oode.) Wno, nnd what gave to me the wish to woo thee- Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee ? W ho made thy glances to my soul the link- Aho bade me burn thy very breath to rlrial- My life in thine to sink? As from the conqueror's unresisted glaive, Flies, without strife subduedl, the ready slave- So, il, ...

... O1riginal Poetry. TO ROSABEL. OH, Rosabel, when daylight dies, And comes the stilly twilight grey; Fond memory haunts my soul with thoughts Of happier times, long passed away, 'Till fancy brings, in visions, back The past, with softly witching spell; And oh, in waking dreams I muse On bygone days and Rosabe]. Sweet Rosa ! thus I think I see Thy fay-like form, thy modest fate- The smiles. which ...

... INq ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sandsl1, Lie skeletons in chains, WVith shackled feet and hands. Bevondr the fall of dews, 1)eeper than phummet lies, Iloat ships with all thcir crews,- No more to sink or rise.. There the -lack slave-ship swinme, Ireightened vith human forms, ')Vhese fettered, fleshless limbs Are not the sport of storms. Tliewe are the bones of slaves; h'liev gleam ...

... JOH1.N KINOX'S METRICAL, VERS1ON OF TriE PS ALMS. (Conlinued fron, our last.) P S A L al E LXII!. 0 God my God, I vatch beline; to come to thee in haste: For why my S oul and body hoth do thirst for thee to taste. And in this barieen wildernesse, wtvere waters there are none: 'My flesh is parcht for thought of thee, for thee I wish alono. 2 That I might see Yet once again thy glory gtrength ...