No more I'll guard my sisters now-how | Hark! how the surges o'erleap the deck ! dear to me they are!Hark! how the pitiless tempest raves! But let them trust that Brother's arm "that Ah! daylight will look upon many a wreck sticketh closer" far: He'll guard them safe through every snare, in danger still defend; It would be dreadful, oh, father, to miss them. at the end! And my loved mother, she shall miss her own, her darling, boy; I know I've been her pride through life, her true and heartfelt joy; But she must come with her loved one eter nal years to spend ; Drifting over the desert waves. Yet courage, brothers: we trust the wave, BAYARD TAYLOR. BUILD ON HIGH GROUND. BESIDES, the sportive brook for ever shakes It would be dreadful, oh, father, to miss her The trembling air; that floats from hill to at the end! MARGARET L. CARSON. STORM SONG. hill, From vale to mountain, with incessant change Your airy seat and uninfected gods. THE clouds are scudding across the moon, Chiefly for this I praise the man who builds A misty light is on the sea, The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, Brothers, a night of terror and gloom Speaks in the cloud and gathering roar; Thank God, he has given us broad sea-room, A thousand miles from shore! High on the breezy ridge whose lofty sides JOHN ARMSTRONG. FANCY'S PICTURE OF WAR. Down with the hatches on those who sleep: FEEL, I feel, with sudden heat, The wind and whistling deck have we; Good watch, my brothers, to-night we'll keep, While the tempest is on the sea. Though the rigging shriek in his terrible grip In the teeth of the whelming spray. My big tumultuous bosom beat; There whirls me o'er the hills of slain, FA JOSEPH WARTON. THE LEARNED LOVERS. ATE heard her prayer: a lover came Who felt, like her, th' innoxious flameOne who had trod, as well as she, The flowery paths of poesy; Had warmed himself with Milton's heat, They gave me first ane thing they call citan- | To thy protecting shade she runs, Within aucht days I gat but libellandum; But I could never ane word yet understand him. An then they gart me cast out mony placks, Syne, hodie ad octo, bade me come again. SIR DAVID LYNDSAY. Thy tender buds supply her food; Flower of the desert though thou art, Their food and shelter seek from thee; Gem of the heath, whose modest bloom Sheds beauty o'er the lonely moor, Nor yet with splendid tints allure, MRS. ANNE GRANT (Miss Anne MacVicar). Unmerited contempt I hate to bear, Cry, "Save us, Heaven! A spectre, not a world. Everybody shall choose thee as the man!" Her hartshorn snatch or interpose her fan, THOMAS BLACKLOCK. AUTUMN. source of light-thee, thee, holiest spirit Mazda! Thou createst all good things by means of the power of thy good mind at any time, and promisest us who believe in thee a long life. I believe thee to be the powerful holy god Mazda, for thou givest with thy hand, filled with helps, good to the pious man, as well as to the impious, by means of the warmth of the fire strengthening the good things. From the reason, the HE days grow chill and drear; now vigor of the good mind has fallen to my comes the time THE When Nature, fully tired, prepares to sleep. deep; The birds fly southward to a warmer clime, hours creep: They bid the sinning soul for sin to weep And turn his thoughts to things sublime. Now, like a bride upon her wedding-night, All Nature blushes crimson ere she sleeps Beneath her spotless counterpane of snow. The fallen leaves fly wildly round in dread affright; . lot. Who was in the beginning the From the French translation of the GATHA, THE JURY-ROOM. AN EXCITING TOPIC. URING the assize-week of an important city in the South of Ireland, a gravelooking gentleman dressed in a sober suit of brown and Petersham top-coat was observed riding with a somewhat inquisitive air through the dense crowds who thronged the open space before the city and county court-house. Everything in his appearance announced a person of good sense and prudence. His dress was neither too good for the road nor too mean for the wearer's rank as indicated by his demeanor; his hat was decent, but evidently not his best; a small spotted shawl folded cravat-wise protected his throat and ears from the rather moist and chilly air of an early Irish spring. A pair of doeskin caps, or overalls, buttoned on the knees, defended those essential hinges of the lower man from the danger of contracting any rheumatic rust in the open air; while gloves of the same material and top-boots neatly foxed evinced in the extremities of the wearer's person the same union of economy and just sufficient attention to appearances which was observable in all the rest of his attire. The countenance, likewise, was one which at the first glance attracted the respect and confidence of the beholder. It was marked by a certain air of good-will and probity of character, with a due consciousness of the owner's posi tion in life and an expression which seemed to intimate that he would not be willingly deficient in what was due to others, nor readily forfeit any portion of what was fairly owing to himself. As is usually the case when a stranger makes his appearance amid an idle crowd, all eyes were fixed upon him as he leisurely walked his horse toward a small hotel which stood at a little distance from the courthouse. Giving the bridle to the hostler with the easy air of one who seldom hurries about anything, and of the two feels less satisfaction in motion than in rest, he alighted, and after desiring, in what seemed an English accent, that the horse should not be fed until he had leisure himself to visit the animal in the stall, he drew off his gloves, looked up and down the street, then up at the sky, where the clouds seemed just deliberating whether they would rain or no, took off his hat, inspected it all over, thrust his gloves into the pocket of his great-coat, and finally entered the coffee-room. It may seem trifling to mention all these motions of the traveller with so much precision, but not one of them was lost upon the intelligent observers in the street, who doubtless would not have employed a thing so valuable as time in watching the movements of an entire stranger if there were not something very important, though still a mystery, to them in every turn he took. The coffee-room was at this instant the scene of a very animated discussion. It needed only a few minutes' standing at the |