till their summits became, as it were, the base of the tender grey streak which marked the distant outline of the Andes; whilst on the left the country was a series of table-lands and valleys, formed by wide and bold undulations, and terminating with lofty mountains, clad with foliage, and looking like gigantic warriors upon the pygmy multitudes by which they were surrounded. The sight was so beautiful and replete with interest, that I had stopped behind to enjoy the contemplation of it alone and at leisure. As I was taking up my reins to continue my route, I saw a fawn sporting on a rising ground within ten yards of me. vanced, stopped short, frisked, then stopIt stamped its foot, adped short again, and stared at me. I had, mechanically, drawn one of my pistols from the holsters, and had cocked it whilst I was witnessing these manœuvres. The little animal still stood staring at me with its large black eyes, innocent and unsuspecting, and its little black glossy nose and chin perked out in impudent defiance. It stamped its foot again, as offering wager of battle, gave another frisk, and darted off.” THE PERSIAN LADY TO HER LOVER; suggested by an Apophthegm in Malcolm's History of Persia. THY words have often cheer'd my soul, I felt, beneath thy dear control, Like sunbeams in the hour of spring, Thy language to my heart could bring A FAREWELL ADDRESS TO A LADY, by Mr. John Heneage Jesse. LADY, forgive the useless sigh, Thou know'st not, and thou canst not know, Still must I be content to meet, J. M. LAGEY. Yet when I gaz'd upon thy face, Perchance 'twas vain-and yet that look, Hath taught my aching heart to brook Lady! farewell-in happier days My heart may dare to breathe its sighs; Till then-forgive these useless lays; Forget-do all things but despise. LESSONS DRAWN FROM LIFE AND NATURE, by Mary Anne Browne. LET us go to the hall, where the red wine flows, The song will be hush'd, and the roses dead : Let us go to the shore, where the sea-shells lie, Where over the rocks the cold waves fly, Those desolate things were cast away From the false breast of the raging seas; Let us go to the wood, where the hawthorn blows, Oh, we shall find a moral in them, Thus with the leaves deceitfully twined, Decking awhile the thorny stem, Yet dropping off with the first rude wind! Let us go to the fields, when the storm is o'er, Then we shall see the rain-bow bright, From the gloomy clouds and the sunshine wrought, Shedding on all things its colored light; Something, surely, by this is taught. THE FOND REMEMBRANCE; or Verses written in the name of a young Lady, by the hon. Mr. Phipps. Yes, all is past! I saw him go, His plume was flutt'ring in the breeze, The early morning's ruddy glow Was glancing through the waving trees. The mottled light that shone and danced His step was firm, his heart was gay; And why should man thus flutter round He loved, as well as man can love, But other feelings shared his heart, The foam that fringes stormy seas A moment glitters and is nought; The eider-down that wings its flight, I think he loved me; but, when fame The god that could a lion tame, His weakness over man confess'd. Away, away! where falchions flash, The ray that glances on thy blade Shall light the tear-drop in mine eye; VOL. X. THE SONG OF TRIUMPH. Says O'Connell to Lawless and Sheil, 2 K Our French foes the duke kept at bay; But, dreading a conflict at home, To the friends of the bishop of Rome. Thus far with success we are bless'd : When we want more, we'll threaten again.” C. C. THE TREE OF LIBERTY, by the Authoress of the novel of the Protestant. In the isle of our fathers long flourish'd thy tree, When the sword of the Briton proclaim'd he was free, And as slowly it grew, with firm hand and bold breast, They repell'd the base foe that would fell its proud crest, And the lion of England, to guard it with care, But our fathers are gone, and e'en that tree will fall, On their tombs, on their mem'ry, aloud let us call, Oh call back their spirits, in us let them rise, Though storms rive its trunk, and though wither'd it lies, HINTS CONNECTED WITH THE ART OF PAINTING. MR. PHILIPS, the academician, has lately illustrated this art in a series of lectures, which were applauded both by artists and amateurs. Without going through the course, we shall merely take notice of the most striking parts of his concluding lecture. He suggested the expediency of applying more definite significations to the terms used in discoursing on works of art. He instanced, as most liable to be confounded, the words hue, tone, tint, and contrast. Hue, he said, ought to be considered as the distinction of colors among themselves; tint is expressive of different gradations in the same color; and tone is the degree of illumination or shade under which all the colors are wrought in one picture. Contrast, he observed, is used indiscriminately to signify the discordance of color, and also the juxta-position of varied colors producing an harmonious effect. He proposed that the use of the term should be restricted to the former case, without, however, taking the word in a bad sense, or concluding that whatever is strong in contrast is faulty; and, in the latter case, the term harmony appeared to him to be preferable. In treating of chiaro-scuro, he pointed out the opposite means by which nature |