"Give me yon maiden,— if the downcast eye
And varying colour speak her not averse
To share a widow's lot." The maiden turned,
Bewildered-like some nymph by Echo mocked,
Shook back those ringlets from a brow of pride,
Almost her father's-had not heaven's own calm
Sat there enthroned. A single glance sufficed!
The speechless mother clasped her speechless child,
Forgot her wrongs, her sorrows,-nay, her joy!

SPEEDWELL-MINE.

BY THE REV. C. HOYLE.

THE long, low vault whose hollow groans resound Along the wave in rocky channel pent,

Is past;

and we o'erhang the dire profound Where the close-prisoned waters find their vent, Hurled through the mountain's subterranean rent, Of grim dimensionless obscure around— Height without end, and fathomless descent, Down to the nether world's remotest bound. Fit burial-place for hope-'t is death to view : How if the blasting spectre of the mine Crush in the roof, and leave us here to die, Or bid the widening gulf our flight pursue? Peace, trembler! Is there not a hand divine, Or art thou hidden from the' All-seeing Eye?

VANITY FAIR.

BY THOMAS H. BAYLY, ESQ.

I.

To Vanity Fair all my neighbours have been,

To see all the sights that were there to be seen;
Old and young, rich and poor, were all hurrying there,
To pick up a bargain at Vanity Fair!

II.

A very rich man ostentatiously came,

To buy with his lucre a liberal name;

He published his charities everywhere,
And thought he bought virtue at Vanity Fair!

III.

A lady, whose beauty was on the decline,

Rather tawny from age, like an over-kept wine ;
Bought lilies and roses, teeth, plumpers, and hair,
And emerged a new person from Vanity Fair!

IV.

Another, so plain that she really resigned
Pretensions to beauty-save that of the mind;
Picked up a half-mad, intellectual air,

And came back quite a genius from Vanity Fair!

V.

A soldier came next, and he flourished a flag,
By sword, gun, and bayonet torn to a rag!
He had faced the grim mouth of a cannon, to share
Renown's twig of laurel in Vanity Fair!

VI.

A mathematician there made up his mind
To sneer at all things of a frivolous kind;
A circle he vowed was by no means a square,
And he thought he enlightened all Vanity Fair!

VII.

Another, despising refinement and grace,

Growled at all who were near, with a frown on his face;

He prided himself on being rude as a bear,

So he shone the eccentric of Vanity Fair!

VIII.

A grand politician, unshaken, withstood

Individual ill for the national good;

To mount a new step on promotion's high stair,
He toiled for precedence in Vanity Fair!

IX.

A ci-devant beau, with one foot in the grave,
Still followed the ladies, their shadowy slave;
Concealing his limp with a strut debonair,

He smoothed down his wrinkles in Vanity Fair!

X.

The next was an orator, longing to teach,
And to cut a great figure by figures of speech;
At dinner he sat in the President's chair,

In attitudes purchased at Vanity Fair!

XI.

One sailed to the Red Sea-and one to the Black;

One danced on the tight rope-and one on the slack; And all were agog for the popular stare,—

All mad to be Lions in Vanity Fair!

XII.

One raised on new doctrines his personal pride,

His pen put the wisdom of ages aside ;

The apple of Eve after all was a pear!
So said the Reformer of Vanity Fair!

XIII.

A poet came last, with a fine rolling eye,
His shirt collar open-his neckcloth thrown by ;-
Such matters evince inspiration, he'll swear,

So he sticks up his portrait in Vanity Fair!