I HAVE again the pleasant task of presenting another volume to the public;-pleasant with the remembrance of former, and the hope of future encouragement.

The character of the present work is more various than that of its predecessors. Perhaps, as it does not belong to my share in the contents, I may be permitted to point attention to the beauty and novelty of the coloured frontispiece. The music introduced is also a new feature; but I may safely leave Mr. Russel's songs to make their own welcome.

May I, while offering a fourth volume of the DRAWING-ROOM SCRAP BOOK to my readers, venture to rely on a continuance of that favour, at once the source and the reward of a writer's anxiety and exertion.

L. E. L.

THE

DRAWING-ROOM SCRAP BOOK.

ETTY'S ROVER.

[VIGNETTE.]

THOU lovely and thou happy child,
Ah, how I envy thee!

I should be glad to change our state,
If such a change might be.

And yet it is a lingering joy
To watch a thing so fair,
To think that in our weary life
Such pleasant moments are.

A little monarch thou art there,
And of a fairy realm,

Without a foe to overthrow,
A care to overwhelm.

Thy world is in thy own glad will,

And in each fresh delight,

And in thy unused heart, which makes

Its own, its golden light.

With no misgivings in thy past,

Thy future with no fear;

The present circles thee around,
An angel's atmosphere.

How little is the happiness

That will content a child-
A favourite dog, a sunny fruit,
A blossom growing wild.