9. A few brief months!-and then I sought this favourite haunt once more, Treading, with slow and mournful steps, the loved and lonely shore, Loved it had been in youth's warm flush,-in boyhood's sanguine glee,— But dearer far, in grief's dark hour, its loneliness to me! 10. I wandered here, and mused on hopes, once glorious in their light,— On disappointment's chilling clouds, which veiled those hopes in night;— -Yet, with such musings, strength was given life's needful ills to bear, And glimpses of that purer bliss which sorrow must prepare! 11. What marvel, then, if-loitering here, alone, at even tide, Alternate thoughts of joy and grief, by memory, are supplied! What marvel that their light and shade should borrow, from the scene, A tone for thoughtless mirth too sad-for sorrow too serene ! 12. There is a mood of mind, whose sway can darkest thoughts beguile, Whose voiceless tear is brighter far than pleasure's gayest smile; There is a feeling-chastened, calm as day's most gentle close, Whose quiet influence seems to hush the spirit to repose. 13. And O! what gratitude is due to HIM from whom, alone, This holy, tranquillizing power to man can be made known; Whose Word divine can bid the strife of earth-born passions cease, And give the mourner-tempest-tossed-the calm of heart-felt peace! A IMPROMPTU, TO ORIANA. On attending, with her, as Sponsors, at a Christening. BY THOMAS GENT, ESQ. LADY! who didst,-with angel-look and smile, TO SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART BY JOHN GALT, ESQ. On the publication of Marmion. O SURE, when stretched on verdant knoll, 'Mid Ettrick's haunted scenery, Viewing the vassal runnels roll, To where the clear day summer beam, Some gentle fairy, resting nigh, Heard the entranced truant sigh For deeds of bold and earnest toil, The borderer's joy of speed and spoil, And pomp of knightly panoply ! And pleased a child so rare to find, A spell of elfin art combined, N EPITAPH ON A DOG, Of the Hospice of the Great St. Bernard,-half tombed within its Frozen Lake, by the Fall of an Avalanche. BY WILLIAM SOTHEBY, ESQ. FRIEND of mankind!-thy service done, Where pilgrims wander, widely quest;— Thou never more, when raves the wind, Thou ne'er again, beneath the snows, Shalt search the cleft, and treacherous cave, |