"WHEN HEAVEN'S AERIAL BOW-SPANS, WITH BRIGHT ARCH, THE GLITTERING HILLS BELOW."-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

"TIS DISTANCE LENDS ENCHANTMENT TO THE VIEW, AND ROBES THE MOUNTAIN IN ITS AZURE HUE."-CAMPBELL.

AND RULE THE SPACIOUS WORLD FROM CLIME TO CLIME!"-CAMPBELL.

"THE FABRIC OF BLISS TO ITS CENTRE SHAall fall, but PATIENCE SHall never dePART."-CAMPBELL.

"STILL WISDOM CONDEMNS WHEN THE FAINT AND THE FEEBLE DEPLORE."-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

Methinks thy jubilee to keep,
The first-made anthem rang
On earth delivered from the deep,
And the first poet sang.

Nor ever shall the Muse's eye,
Unraptured greet thy beam;
Theme of primeval prophecy,
Be still the poet's theme.

The earth to thee its increase yields,
The lark thy welcome sings,

When glittering in the freshened fields,
The snowy mushroom springs.

How glorious is thy girdle cast
O'er mountain, tower, and town,

Or mirrored in the ocean vast,
A thousand fathoms down!

THE LONELINESS OF EARTH THAT OVERAWES."-CAMPBELL.

"THERE IS A SPOT OF EARTH SUPREMELY BLEST-A DEARER, SWEETER SPOT THAN ALL THE REST;"-MONTGOMERY)

"OH, THOU SHALT FIND, WHERE'ER THY FOOTSTEPS ROAM, THAT LAND THY COUNTRY, AND THAT SPOT THY HOME!"

THE AURORA BOREALIS.

IDNIGHT hath told his hour; the moon, yet young

M Hangs in the argent west her bow unstrung;

Larger and fairer, as her lustre fades,

Sparkle the stars amidst the deepening shades;
Jewels more rich than night's regalia gem
The distant Ice-Blink's spangled diadem;
Like a new moon from orient darkness, there
Phosphoric splendours kindle in mid-air,

As though from heaven's self-opening portal came
Legends of spirits in an orb of flame,-
Flame that from every point an arrow sends,
Far as the concave firmament extends:
Spun with the tissue of a million lines,
Glistening like gossamer the welkin shines;
The constellations in their pride look pale
Through the quick trembling brilliance of that veil :
Then suddenly converged, the meteors rush

O'er the wide south; one deep vermilion blush

BELOVED BY HEAVEN O'ER ALL THE WORLD BESIDE. MONTGOMERY.

"THE SOUL TO SUFFERING ALL RESIGNED, IN SORROW'S MUSIC FINDS RELIEF."-MONTGOMERY.

"UNHAPPY HE WHOSE HOPELESS EYE TURNS TO THE LIGHT OF LOVE IN VAIN."-MONTGOMERY.

O'erspreads Orion glaring on the flood,

And rapid Sirius foams through fire and blood :
Again the circuit of the pole they range;
Motion and figure every moment change,
Through all the colours of the rainbow run,
Or blaze like wrecks of a dissolving sun:
Wide Ether burns with glory, conflict, flight,
And the glad Ocean dances in the light.

[JAMES MONTGOMERY, born at Irvine, in Ayrshire, in 1771; died in 1854.
His feeling is deep and pure, his language picturesque; but his poems do
not belong to the highest ranks of poetic literature. He wrote "The Wan-
derer in Switzerland," "The World before the Flood," "Greenland," and
"The Pelican Island."]

IN SECRET DARKNESS OF ETERNAL LIGHT."-MONTGOMERY.

"MUSIC, TOO, DEAR MUSIC! THAT CAN TOUCH, BEYOND all else, THE SOUL THAT LOVES IT MUCH !"-Moore.

LIKE THE FAINT, EXQUISITE MUSIC OF A DREAM."-MOORE.

[THOMAS MOORE, an Irish poet and prose writer, author of "Lalla Rookh," "Loves of the Angels," "Irish Melodies," "The Epicurean," and of a host of graceful and polished songs, was born in 1779, died 1852.]

A

REMEMBRANCE.

S a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below;
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny
smile,

Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.

"OH, TEACH HIM, WHILE HE LIVES, TO KNOW NO BLISS BUT THAT WHICH VIRTUE GIVES."-THOMAS MOORE.