... jortfp. HARROW REMINISCENCES-PEEL AND BYRON. Peel and I were at Harrow together. Peel is a know- ing fellow, and will get on in the world. He beat me at classics, but in declamation I was at least his equal.- Moore's Lifeof Byroi. Robert has doubled his fortune, and ruined his coun- ?? BRoert PeeV's father. !AU our happiness consists in being well deceived - English PObliW. BYRON. ...

... poetrs. BEAUTIES OF BYRON. NO. xvirI. CHILDS HAROLD. We c ontinua o lt extracts from the fourth Canto i scr;itivC of lRome: here is a picture ot de5cri~t'v of TIIE PANTHEON. m de, orect, severe, austere, sublime- 9'1*l1l siis ud temple of al I gods, ?? Jove to Jeus~-sparvd ?? blest by time t eoh r tliquility, while ?? or nods Xr di elpireg eachll thing round thee, ani man plodls sr mitiough ...

... 3Atbife)-+ I e- - ?? ?? THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES. A PRISON RHYmE IX TEN Boo-s. By Tuaw0XX COOPER, the Chartist. London: J. How, 132, Fleet-street. (Continued from the Star of Nov. Ist.) The Ninth Book is brief, consisting of but some fifty stanzas. The characters who figure therein aie exclusively female,-PORCIA, ARRIA, the wife of ASDRVBAL, the Carthaginian, SorHnoNiA, and BARux.t, the ...

... jocarp4. ., I I -- ?? ?? THE SONG OF THE GALLOWS I (L1NES DROPPED BY CALCRAFT AT THE OLD BAILEY.). gurrah! hurrah i from the rabble rout, In their muck haunts, far away ! There rises a rude and a riotous shout, At the news of a holiday! 'Twill be a brave sight, a very brave sight, A real tragedy, The mob will see, with a strange delight, A fellow creature die! And 'tie I shall dance first in ...

... Shialspeare's magnificent tragedy of Mfacbetd was | repeatcel at tiis theatre onl ionday and nfueday last, and w ill, we understand, be repeated on the Monday and Tuesday nights of every week fee soeio timc to come. Of these opportumities for wit- nessing one of the sublimest productions of our national poet, we hope our theatrical-lovii'g friends will take advantagc. Those of them l.all have ...

... ROYAL MARYLEBONE TIIEATRE. We must again accord our maeed of praise to the spirited lessee of this theatre (Mr. John Douglass), and his truly talented company. We marvel not at the in. creasing celebrity this temple of Thespis has recently obtained, seeing that Ro effort is wanting on the part of the conductors to gratify their numerous patrons, and sustain the high position they have attained ...

... h- oe rs' TIlE CIIARTER, AND NO SURRENDER ! The lords of tire soil claim the poor man's toil His labonur to them is given For a crust of bread and a str'atv-roofed shed, Though bleak as the winds of heaven. To sow and till, so that valley and hill May yield up their fertile store, Must the toiler slave, and at last receive The bust's, when his labour's o'er'. 11t the gloomy Mille, wvhlere no ...

... pottrp+ ?? I BEAUTIES OF BYRON. n10. XSl. 1CIILDS IsAYSOLD.I 'rhe second canto of this magnificent poem was written in Greece in the year 1810, when the poet was in his twenty-third year. At that time he ap. pears to have regarded the restoration of Greece as all but impossible: hence the dejected and almost despairing tone of the following beautiful stanzas. A few years subsequently, BYRON ...

... poarp. BEAUTIES OF BYRON. ENO'LSH M lUDS AND SCOTCI REC1VIEWEI5. It is matter of notoriety to all men that BYItoN's first work, the Hlours of Idleness, was mercilessly criticised in the pages of the Bdielbsurghc Review, at that tinie (ISOS) the censor-in- ieflet ot ?? literary world, and the most dreaded, as the most powerful of' the critical journals. In criticising the Hours of Idleness, ...

... 10ortr'. BEAUTIES OF BYRON. 2io. III. in The Lad3 of the lines wo this week extract froml fo e 101,%S, of 1d!aness, Was the MARY of the Poet's fo veothfiil dreams-the well-known Miss CHlAIORTT, of Ca tlcsley (Nottinghamsllire). Mr. Moonr, says,! hi ?? 'Ie young lady herself combined with the many' no orldly cdvant'ges that encircled her, much personal th cit' a is: a disposition the most ...

... PotEJ. MY MITHER'S HIST. It's nae to get a grander hame That I maun flit the morn- laun quit the award which first I trod- The bield whaur I was born. The comforts o' its cozy hearth Will a' be sairly miss'd;- This only remnant gangs wi' me, 3My ain auld mither's kist. Niext to hersel, my infant hopes On this auld box were built; And now, though manhood marks my brow, My heart lies lithely ...

... Whee Vd. THE COMMISSION OF GENIUS, Up, thought! thou hast a mighty work- A glorious task to do, Better than squabbling with the Turk, Or babbling with the Jew; A wider field than Waterloo East thou wherein to war; 'Gainst fiercer foes than Cawsar knew, Or Russia's daring Czar. Thou hast no need of spear or sword, Nor shieml nor helmet bright, Nor quiver, with sharl arrows stored, To fit thee ...