bers of the Pyrennees, which is highly spoken of as an interesting display of the powers of gesticulation.

The Publishers of the Bower feel it a

teries of ship building, and ship manning, to enjoy all its scenes--and not enough acquainted with the technicals of the ocean to be much interested in the long colloquies between the officers and seamen; although to those who are, these duty to apologize to its Editor for overwill probably be a powerful attraction.-looking her correction of an error in a Mr. Cooper seldom descends to trite or Poem entitled Greece. See her notice of weak language, on the contrary he often the Memorial last week. In the first rises above his subject, although he some- instance, the error was in the word Joy times adopts figures and expressions that which should have been Ivy. Her are obscure even to the most classical correction stands thus:reader.

The works of this author will always challenge the regards of criticism, where inferior productions would not be noticed; this, he must expect, and submit to, whether his reviewers are capable of discriminating between his beauties and defects or not. He has attained an enviable eminence in the world of letters, which his works will sustain for him long after his critics have 'ceased from troubling.'

Mr. Keene. This accomplished vocalist will give a concert this evening assisted by Miss Rock, Mr Hanna, and several other musical professors and amateurs of eminence; there is a peculiar pathos and expression in the style of Mr Keene's singing that is always adapted to the sentiment of his song and which adds a charm to the harmonious tones of his fine voice -his bill of fare for this evening is replete with taste and variety and presents a treat to the musical which no doubt will be realized by attending his concert.

Where wreathing ivy shrouds in dark

To Correspondents.-A few of our correspondents have requested that we would give notice whether their communications are acceptable or not, this (as we expressed in our first number) we must generally decline. We shall never print any articles that we do not approve, but to give our reasons for rejecting them publicly, might only wound the feelings of those who meant us a kindness. The greatest compliment which we can pay to our contributors is to present their favors to our readers. We thank those who have already graced our columns, and we welcome with pleasure an old favorite of the nine who will appear next week.

There is a TI (e) in the Bower of Taste fondly cherished by the Muses, which we hope will continue.

We trust Ann will forgive the trifling liberties we have taken with her communication, and would respectfully suggest Tremont Theatre. The principal at- that articles designed for the circumscribtraction at this Theatre during the pasted pages of a weekly publication should week has been the grand melo drama of be as condense as the subject or sentiEl Hyder. This piece in point of interest ment will admit. and brilliant effect in decidedly inferior to Timour the Tartar, or the Cataract of the Arrangements are making to present Ganges; it was, however, well received; once a month a lithographic print of which induced the manager to repeat it. some interesting scene or celebrated charThey have in rehearsal the grand panto-acter, to which will be attached an article mine of action called Adelina or the Rob- descriptive thereof.

THE SERENADERS.

Ye came to my dream, like the forms of the blest
On pinions of light descending-

Hymning the chaunt of their hallowed rest,
Where heaven's own strains were blending!

Ye came like the moon, when unclouded and bright
She steals o'er the silent ocean,

Waking its waves with her tremulous light-
Till they sparkle with fond emotion!

Ye seem'd like beings of seraph birth

In that lone and stilly hour

Yet there breath'd around ye a 'charm of earth!
And I yielded to its power.

For I thought of the eve when first that strain,*
Came soft as Eolia's lyre-

And it brightened on memory's page again,
All-all that lay can inspire.

But ye pass'd away, like yon orbs of light,
To gladden another 'sphere,'

And I sigh'd, as 'along the lapse of night,'
Your last notes met mine ear.

Yet long did ye hover amid my dreams,
With your fairy minstrelsy;

Soft as the sun's retiring beams

That melt in an evening sky.

STANZAS.

'Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest;'

'Where the brave lie down in glory,

With the faithful, ever blest.'

Rest of the weary! Is it where

Breathes only summer's soothing air,

So mild and blest?

Where angel troops in roseate numbers,
Watch while the tired one gently slumbers,
Is this heaven's rest?

The meeting of the waters.

AUGUSTA.

Home of the valiant and the brave!
Who nobly to your country gave
Your last strong grasp,

Are silken banners waving there?
Do blooming laurels wait ye, where
Ye come at last?

Place of the faithful! Is it there
That lover's hearts united are-
No more to rove?

Are thine the oft-sung fields Elysian?
The theme of many a charming vision
Of dreaming love?

Where is this world of lasting peace-
That realm where every woe shall cease?
What land is given

To be man's happy, blest abode ?
Where is this thornless flowery road
That leads to heaven?

It lies along life's vale of woe
Amidst the storms of earth below-
But oh! 't is bright

As yon etherial galaxy

Stretching along the midnight sky

In starry light!

TO OPHELIA.

-TI

Ay.

'Is there no bright and blooming isle?'

Follow yon bird, away, away,

Over yon troubled booming sea,

Where round yon coral crag-rocks play

Mermaids in sportive revelry.

Follow with me yon driving cloud,
Shading the sea as it drives along,

To the spot where trilleth long and loud
The laughing notes of the spirit of song.
Away, beyond yon sunny spot
Lighting the ocean's distant verge,
There's an isle with many a gem-lit grot
Which echoes the tone of the laughing surge.
Here never would come mad Envy's blight,
To fright the young loves which nestled there;
But around their pinions a holy light
Enchants one's soul, with its star-like glare.
A shallop's light sail, fair one, is spread;
Its helm, bright one, thy hand shall guide;
By the pilot of hope our bark shall be led,
While sweetly along yon waters we glide.
And then thou wilt sing the song, once dear,
To the star which shone on thy garden bower;
Ne'er again shall it light that sorrow's tear
Which sprung from thine eye in a darksome hour.

Thy friend, shall be the wild gazelle,

The grot and cross, thy worshipped love,

Thy hope, religion's deep wrought spell,

Thy soul, the care of spirits above.

Then haste-fair lady-haste to this isle

Which peers from the deep-a gem from the sea-
Oh! brighten thy lip with a seraph smile-
And grant in its prayer one prayer for me.

ICHABOD.

'How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, make deeds ill done.' Shaks. THE day was retreating, to the west, and evening was preparing to cast her gloom around, for as yet it was scarce possible to say that the brightness had diminished; the hour appeared as though a thin cloud had mellowed the light which hung in the valley, yet the glowing appearance of the forest on the western hills, showed where the sun was sinking-a few clouds that had been floating to and fro in the heavens during some hours past, were gradually melting away and leaving the wide blue arch pure and unobscured; throughout the valley all was silent and calm; a mill was there, but its noise which had echoed amongst the rocks during the fore part of the day, was now hushed and still, and the slight murmur of the water from the dam alone could be heard; this was a beautiful sheet of water, on which the dark shadows from

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the neighboring hills were fast gathering. A solitary urchin stood on a rock projecting into it, and was winding up his fishing line and preparing to depart. Built in a fine situation, on the slope of the mountain, was a comfortable looking stone house, o'ertopped by many aged sycamore trees, under one of which was a bench, and here reclined a man who constituted with the fisher, the only animated objects of the scene. The appearance of this person did not at all coincide with the beauty and calmness of the spot; he was of short stature, but the stoutness of his person compensated for his want of height; strength was indicated in every limb, and his expanded chest and broad shoulders, made it too evident to escape observation; his round face was pitted deeply with the small pox, and was destitute of those marks by which we are

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innately taught to expect talent, the only female she found in the worth or honor; although their op-house was its keeper, an old woposites were not portrayed, yet man, whose son assisted at the the expression of his features mill, and these together with the seemed to bid us not to be aston-owner constituted the whole famiished at finding them. He was ly. Ellen desired to be shown to habited in a suit of dark grey a room, and when there, a deep clothes, and wore a black hand- sigh escaped her as she seated kerchief around his neck. Ever herself on the bed; a feeling of and anon he cast his piercing grey dislike towards Magoffin was one eyes with anxious look towards of the most powerful which the the road which wound down the hill calm breast of the maiden had yet at the north end of the valley. entertained, and at each of his When evening had a little more frequent visits at her uncle's (for advanced, and the uneasiness of Mr. Pattison stood in that degree the person just described appar-related to her) she felt it increase; ently increased, a chair was seen what then were her sensations descending into the valley, along when her uncle gave her to underthe narrow road. It was not long stand that she was the cause of before the steady pace of the stur- these visits; that she had attracted dy horse had brought it and its the notice of the man she despised, passengers close to the mill: these but of one whom Mr. Pattison conwere a middle aged man of meagre sidered as in every respect a suithabit, and of no very pleasing ap-able partner for her through life? pearance, and a beautiful girl, who Each day he spoke in favor of Maseemed now to be about twenty, goffin;-money was his ruling pasresplendent in charms; her beauti- sion, avarice held firm sway in his ful chesnut hair was crossed over breast, and he dwelt with complaher fine white forehead, and a pair cency on the wealth of the suitor, of lively blue eyes beneath, bespoke whose riches he said were not cona pure and cultivated mind; the fined to his mill and farm. The person we first mentioned, and hopes of the Americans for the who was called Magoffin, seemed re-establishment of their indepenmuch pleased with the arrival of dence, were now at their lowest his visitors, or at least his stern ebb, by reason of the ill success features seemed to express as much of the last campaign; Pattison resatisfaction and joy, as was com-joiced at it and Magoffin with him, patible with their peculiar cast.-and the former told Ellen of vast You are welcome, Pattison,' said sums her suitor would realise on he, and you too, Miss Ellen. I that event; but this to her was rejoice to see you in my lonely worst of all, for she had imbibed valley.' 'Lonely indeed, sir,' was largely of revolutionary feelings, the answer, though absence of and nightly put up her prayers for company is sometimes an advan- the safety and success of Washtage.' Sometimes,' said Magof-ington and her country's army.fin, with an angry look, and turn- And there was one other who shared on his heel to address Mr. Pat- ed her prayers; she had neither tison and assist him to alight, for father nor mother, nor knew she a severe lameness rendered this of a single relation except her unsomewhat difficult. As Ellen en-cle, who but illy supplied the place tered the dwelling, a feeling of grief of a fond parent; it was not for a to which her young heart was not relation she petitioned heaven, a stranger, pervaded her bosom; 'twas for a lover, a soldier in the