... PBETRY. TIE DEATH OF THO4MAS CAMPBELL.t: Strike loud the notes of woe! Bow down each drooping head! The patriot's pride, the poet's glow The zentle heart to friend and foe, Cold in the narrow tomb lie low, The 'Barad of Hope is dead. Weep, Poland, weep! ah no'er Will worthier tear-drops faill The dauntless mind to do and dare,: The soul that swelled at thy despair, The champion's, patron's, ...

... PCET RY. THE MELANCHOLY MONTH OF MAX'I The poets sing the marrv month of Mlay, But surely Nature noxer looked so glum- Where are tho flowers that make all Nature gay? Where are the bees > Alas'- they-re all a-hum. Where are the blossonis that should rem the bowers ? This vear they nmakje a very sorry SlOw; For, wlhat with himsterous w.inds and peltig showers, The burds are '.-ovwn away before ...

... . .~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER. By Alexander Wilson, the A erica= Orrnitlwlogist. Of all professions that this world has known, From clowns and cobblers upward to the throne- From the grave architect of Greece and Rome. Down to the framer of a farthing broom- The worst for care and undeserved abuse, The first in real dignity ...

... I! I ERA t U REi B ackwood's Maga Ine fr SeptezSbr' ., THis number opens with an sgreeably=lritten notice of Ltesle a Memoirs of the late John Constable, thbe well-known aisd most Successful painter of Englsh landscape. He *as boiirn im7'1. at :astBergloltin ussetx, and died suddeni la i137. His .father :ntended him for the humble traae of a miller - b;t yontgt CoPq- stable soonnianifested ...

... I UT ERATUR E, Doa .srrolts i'agariae t0p- Jrarc, oj)ens w.ith two niew haprt- s rf tihe History of StU Cues and St. James, by the edi- Tor, in ' >ia Ii the interest of the story is sustained with uni- nished efrec. ; The Limcury of Light' ia share attack on e ' ''indod-ix li the cou:iuuatiorn of Mr Patmore's 'Recollee- ions of Hank'i ,rcemec.urious anecdotes .f that extraordi- ta'wrivt ~er's ...

... PBETRY. LOVE ON THE OC]EAfN. 'Oh! is there not somethingdearAtugrustustrulysablimo in, tnis warring of the eleuents?' but Augustus's heart was too ul to speak.>-MS. *orte by Lauy e They met. 'twas in a storm, on the deck of a steamer; She spoke in language warmn, Like a sentimeural dreamer. Bc spoke-at least hetried; His position he al'er'd Then turned his face aside, Aud his deep-toned voice ...

... POETRY, I C H.I IV A L It Y. Lon ii O\ .:xu ear, hnveyroli'd awsay, Ati'-ll aI awl ii 'ler l s hr> soa liv, y Sc uce ours frogI 'a kw ailtlL d-ione da hlshel fotl rth proud y daincey ,A', HEtob 'oal' I.hit suttcdiu .hivalry lTo, brilliant tt' to hltt thou rosi, 'pac'k from heavent to light and leave :1 dIarkened eattt. which at ty close atbre chascel' lete. ::s t1ws it glowi Beneatit the far ...

... S TA N Z A S. Within her fairy bower she sat, Her soul oppre1s'd with care- And she heeded not the summer flowers, That shed their fragrance there; In richest clusters temptingly, Their varied brightness shone; But vainly do they blossom now- Her joy in them is Cone. A fair young girl stood apart. And fondly Watch'd the while, For she knew her sister's heart was sad, And she strove-with gentle ...

... I Warleigh: Or the FoataOak. By Mrs BEAY, London: Long- man & Co. WE have had much pleasure in noticing the successive volumes of this elegant and correct edition of Mrs Bray's juastly-admired novels. In al her beautiful fictions there is a remarkable vein of~trutb. The incident-are devised, but the colours with which -they are invested are from nature. The depth of the occasional reflections ...

... POETRY, CURIOUS ANCIENT MADRIGALS. NO DkTE. eb ttel lavnbes as idlie croppes, e clovere and ye turtnype toppes, re pursluge scree'.nes ais Lelntle runne, -nS g 1 se-ie in ye mornynge sonile Saie. if tzroue tilYs erdaunte shayde [1 ii1 e Saht't rinld straled, flt.ie talls helr foote ;s thoe S~he hadde 'onlues on eenrie toe; QWsi vrc~esss trieeuie adoe-ne ruile a cilutheyiu de nvonm her crotne, ...

... i It': VV -A _i 1) E R k; 1i C ofz s st 'Unn 'r's eve, A.nti bi rds veie gay iIl' i;ii Iililt'! ...

... =; - = = = 1UZIGET ME NW' SONO TO A LADY. l+ il a lne andid rary hour, When sunny hope *new sbrk aud t1read. A sperk behitilL the jiotv shrolld Thy souls young scrrjwes round thee spread. when alroo-l.d .lileltlv thv head, And blrter teojt; feil ftht and hot, .J:le sin.ie };unlg t'dis voice hatti cheered. tirgec jtue jjot, Forget me nut ! if' love, deep, strong resistless love, That death bad ...