My lot was truly wretched: one had thought I had quaffed deeply of Affliction's cup, But mine it was to drain it to the lees: My early friend with wild delirium ravedAn agonizing gush of fitful passion

At times escaped her-and a frenzied laugh
Told of the fire in her bewildered brain:
And thus she lived for years-a torturing
sight

E'en to a flinty breast. Before she died
Reason returned, and 'tis her funeral

The bell is tolling for. In death I love her!
The broken heart can only find relief
In the cold grave. Oh! would I too were laid
In my last resting-place!

A SKETCH.

F. S. jun.

He walks among the crowd,
With thoughtful brow and eye,
Ador'd by all the fair and proud,

In fond idolatry:

And yet his heart's beyond the ocean
In firm fidelity.

He treads the lofty hall,

Where peers and princes meet, And threads the mazy ball

With footsteps light and fleet:

Yet, fair-ones, spare your fond devotion,

His heart is arm'd complete.

He lists to many a voice

Of music's sweetest sound;

And yet he'll not rejoice

When song and glee go round: There is a voice his ear will cherish, Though wealth and joy surround.

He looks on many a face,

On many a radiant eye;
On forms of female grace
Amongst the rich and high:

Yet his fond faith can never perish-
He only looks to sigh.

'Midst courtly hall and dance

He thinks how light she mov'd;

In beauty's softest glance

He thinks on her he lov'd:

And tho' perchance he'll meet her never, Ilis faith shall still be prov'd.

He thinks how sweet her song

Flow'd like her native streams;

And how she mov'd along

In beauty's hallow'd beams:
And parted though, perhaps, for ever,
He meets her in his dreams.

1. L. D.

THE FIRST BROWN LEAF.
By J. M. LACEY.

The first brown leaf that I had seen,
Since summer hours were fled,

Had left its fellows gaily green
On many a branch, that smil'd serene,
Unheeding their first dead!

At least so seem'd to fancy's eye

This symptom of decay;

A little while those leaves may sigh " To balmy zephyrs, ere they die,

And end their trivial day.

But latter autumn sure will come,
With all its stormy powers;

Then will these green ones meet their doom, And make the earth one leafy tomb, Through all its gloomy how'rs.

So in our lives, 'midst childhood's throng,
We heed not him who falls

The first among us; still the song
Of youthful joy is blythe and strong,
Ere age and sickness calls.

But when we seek, in life's late years,

The group we knew in youth,
"Twill wake the callous bosom's fears,
And draw from Stoic eyes moist tears,
To learn the fatal truth:

We find, that like the leaves so brown
Which fall in autumn's gloom,
They've dropp'd around us, one by one,
Till all we lov'd in youth are gone

Before us to the tomb!

LINES

Written by a Lady on the Death of JOHN GOLL WALTON, Esq. who died the 20th of May, 1825, aged 21 years.

Has then that gentle spirit fled '

Is Walton mingled with the silent dead?
Could not his merits win him from the tomb,
And spare him full of life's fresh morning
bloom?

A father's agony-a mother's tears-
And numerous friends pale with a thousand

fears,

Could they not snatch him from the arms of

Death,

And stay awhile the fluctuating breath?
Ah! no:-tho' every good to him was given,
And prayers unceasing reach'd the throne of

Heav'n,

'Twas His decree, who never judges wrong, That Walton's pilgrimage should not be long: He was but lent to shew in early youth, The power of goodness, piety, and truth. Then mourn no more, he dwells in realms above,

Crown'd with the Father's all-approving love. Heart-broken mother, let your grief be mild, A heavenly angel is your darling child!

3.

The Great Tau of Gröningen. (Conduded.)

326

BRUGUIER'S Three Duets

BOCHSA's Airs in "Le Bal Champêtre" CHALLENGER'S Quadrilles from Mayer's Medea

VOCAL.

JOLLY'S Glees for Three and Four Voices -MILES' "The bonny wee wife"BAILEY'S "May thy lot in life be happy" STEVENSON'S "The year that's awa'"-SMITH'S "Deep in the dusky lawn"-"Stay, my charmer" While the breeze of morning". "Of all the flowers, the fairest" HARP, &c.

Mayer's Air and Polonaise

BERTIOLI'S Six French Romances

SAUST'S Arrangement of. "La Dame Blanche" for the Flute

PAGE

357. ib.

ib.

. 358

. 361

ib.

ib.

336

The Isle of St. Bourondon (Concluded.) 331
THE LITERARY COTERIE.-No. XXII.
FORGET ME NOT for 1827-Roscoe's
German Tales-FRANK'S Memoirs, of
Lindley Murray-TODD's Life of Mil.
ton-MITFORD's Our Village-TUR-
NER'S Reign of Henry VIII.
Palace of the Grand-Duke MICHAEL at
St. Petersburg
Some Account of Norwich
ANECDOTES,&c. HISTORICAL, LITERARY, and -
PERSONAL Mary Queen of Scots and
her Admirer-Robertson of Stowan-
Back-wheat-Millar's Popular Philo-
sophy - Perfection of the Natural
Senses in Calmucks The Clerical
Dramatist-New Species of Silk . . 353
MUSICAL REVIEW.
SIMMS' Studies for the Piano-forte
PLEYEL'S "La Rose"

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FASHIONABLE FURNITURE.-Gothie Chairs 363

INTELLIGENCE,

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC
POETRY.

ib.

366

Cowslips. From PERCY ROLLE'S Poems. 365
The Ocean. From “The Exile, a Poem,”
by R. H. RATTRAY, Esq., •
Fifteen. On seeing the Portrait of a
beautiful Girl of that Age
To the Knights-Hospitallers of St. John.
From the German of SCHILLER .
INDEX

367

ib.

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