Mary, adieu! I must away,

While thou art blest I'll not repine! But near thee I can never stay,

My heart would soon again be thine.

I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame, Nor knew till seated by thy side,

My heart in all,-save hope,—the same.

Yet was I calm: I knew the time

My breast would thrill before thy look, Bnt now, to tremble were a crime,

We met and not a nerve was shook.

I saw thee gaze upon my face,

Yet meet with no confusion there; One only feeling couldst thou trace, The sullen calmness of despair.

Away! away! my early dream

Remembrance never must awake: Q! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break.

XCIX.

YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.

AIR-Were I a clerk.

You remember, Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
How meekly she bless'd her humble lot,
When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,
And love was the light of their lowly cot.
Together they toil'd thro' winds and rains,
Till William at length, in sadness, said,
"We must seek our fortune on other plains ;"-
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.

They roam'd a long and a weary way,
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease,

When now, at close of one stormy day,

They see a proud castle among the trees. "To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there; "The wind blows cold, the hour is late: So, he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,

"

And the porter bow'd, as they pass'd the gate.

"Now welcome, lady! exclaim'd the youth,-
"This castle is thine, and these dark woods all."
She believ'd him wild, but his words were truth,
For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall!

And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves

What William the stranger woo'd and wed;
And the light of bliss, in these lonely groves,
Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.

C.

THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST

There is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wanderers given;

There is a tear for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast-
'Tis found above-in Heaven!

* We cannot forbear expressing our high opinion of this excellent piece of poetry. It is a production of a very superior kind indeed, and for which we are indebted to the exertions of some American bard. It was copied from a newspaper belonging to that country, and is no mean specimen of their ability

There is a soft, a downy bed,

'Tis fair as breath of even';
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose-in Heaven!

There is a home for weeping souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

When tost on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but Heaven!

There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene-in Heaven!

There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;

There rays divine disperse the gloom :

Beyond the confines of the tomb,

Appears the dawn--of Heaven!

and attainment in poetical composition. For sweetness of numbers, and sublimity of sentiment, it cannot be surpassed, and has seldom, indeed, been equalled by any thing of the kind which we have hitherto met with. It is the effusion of a mind endowed with all the inspiration of the poet, and adorned with all the piety of the Christian. From the numerous inconve niences and anxieties of time, which so greatly embarrass and embitter human life, it carries us forward to that scene where every calamity shall be for ever excluded, and when all shall be enjoyment and rest-in Heaven.

CI.

THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDSHIP.

AIR-The kail brose of auld Scotland.

The cauld blasts o' winter blaw chill o'er the plain,
And nature grows pale 'neath the tyrant's domain ;
We'll seek our lov'd cottage, and leave the bleak scene;
For there's nought like the circle of friendship
To brighten life's path with a smile.

The heart leaps with joy, by the canty fireside,
Surrounded by faces whose faith has been tried,
Where kind hospitality loves to preside;

For there's nought like the circle of friendship
To brighten life's path with a smile.

ho' our table is spread with no Epicure's fare; ho' our wealth is but sma', we shall never despair, While we just hae a plack wi' a neighbour to share; Still we'll meet iu the circle of friendship

And brighten life s path with a smile.