deed, is decidedly of British or Welsh origin; Another custom, which is perhaps more an- may justify the hypothesis in some degree; nions of the bridegroom, mounted on horse- In this manner were the Welsh, in days of yore, accustomed to celebrate one of the most important and happiest events in their lives; and it has been ably argued, that more than one of the customs above related, may be traced to a Roman origin. The curious ceremony of carrying off the bride may be compared to a pastime instituted by Romulus, in commemoration of the rape of the Sabine virgins; and Rosinus, in his Roman Antiquities, quotes from Apuleius a description of this custom, which certainly bears some little resem. blance to the one practised in Wales. He says, that when the bride was dressed in her bridal garments, a number of young men, flourishing their swords, as if raging for battle, burst into her chamber, and carried her off. As the Romans were some time in Britain, and the families connected with them, or such as could not return with their legions were recalled, might have settled in South Wales, where, by the bye, these ceremonies were particularly practised, it is no great trespass on probability to suppose that such was the actual origin of this custom; although it appears to me to have originated in the commission of what is legally termed "forcible abduction;" for in a country so wild as Wales once was, this crime must have been frequently perpetrated. Whether the Gwyntyn, or Quintain, was in use among the Romans, we can form no opinion, as in the writings of antiquity we find no allusion to such an apparatus. The name, in In some parts of Wales it is considered mean to walk to and from church when a wedding is celebrated; it is, therefore, customary for the poorer classes to borrow horses "for the nonce," when much racing is exhibited. But many of these customs are now unknown in the principality. The knight-errant cavalcade, the seizure of the bride, the rescue, the wordy war of rhyme between the parties, are almost wholly laid aside; and of the ceremonies enumerated and described above, a few only are retained, and their retention is by no means general. When the parties are poor, collections are still made at weddings, and the office of bidder is not quite extinct; although the invitation is more usually given through the medium of letters, of one of which the following is a copy: "Carmarthen, March 20th, 1820. "As I intend to enter the matrimonial state on Easter Monday, the 19th day of April next, I am encouraged by my friends to make a bidding on the occasion, the same day, at my dwelling-house, known by the sign of the Green Dragon, in Lammas Street, where the favour of your good company is humbly solicited; and whatever donation you will be pleased to confer on me there, will be gratefully received, and cheerfully repaid, whenever demanded on a similar occasion, by "Your humble servant, "DAVID THOMAS." Post Scriptum.-"The young man's mother, brother, and sister, (Hannah, Richard, and Phoebe Thomas) desire that all gifts of the above nature due to them, may be returned to the young man on the said day; and they will be thankful for any additional favour bestowed on him." It is the hour-the sacred hour- Like age in listening calmness smile : The dusky banner's blazoned fold, And argent scrolls, and legends bright, That golden ray is dwelling there; And lips, which move in silent prayer; The contrite heart's unfeigned tear. And pleads before that glorious throne; In dense and mingled current, pour Or at the scented hedge-row's side, Who seek those sacred courts, is shed; Or evil lurked in Eden's bowers; Within thy wasted bounds is o'er, There are two or three other particulars, which, perhaps, deserve notice. It must be recollected, that very few, if indeed any, of these customs are observed in all parts of the principality alike; they are peculiar to certain districts, and in those districts alone are they used. In Caernarvonshire, as soon as the cler-Such shall be thine-when sorrow's reign gyman has declared the parties to be "man and wife," the young men rush out of church, and run or ride to the bride's house, when the first who announces the glad and welcome tidings receives a reward from her friends. When the bridegroom with a party of his friends, arrived at the lady's residence on the morning of the wedding-day, he and his companions were regaled with cold custard-pudding,t ale, bread and butter. All ate out of the same dish till its contents were despatched, when others were produced, till they were sa *The_literal_translation of Gwyntyn is Vane. The custom of striking the Quintain or Quintin, is by no means peculiar to Wales. It was formerly practised in England at all merry-makings: and, if I mistake not, there is a detailed description of the game in "Queenhoo-hall." Will any of your learned readers, Mr. Editor, inform me what relation this custom has to the foundation of the old adage-that," Cold pudding settles love." The Juvenile Forget-Me-Not. [A conversation selected for the Literary Port Folio.] Miss L.-What a lovely pair of cherubs have we here-a loving girl embracing her chubbycheeked brother! It is quite refreshing to look upon it. Ed.-The engravings are decidedly good, without pretending to much merit as works of art-I think the best are "The Favourite of the Flock," "Heart's Ease," and "The Blind Sailor." "Holiday Time" would have been valuable, but the print from which it is taken is so very hackneyed. A portrait of "Sir Walter Scott's Grandson" will interest, but it is badly engraved. "Bob Cherry" is really delicious-look how that greedy rogue is catching at the ruby fruit. Dr. B.-Let us know something of what our children are to read-that is of the greatest consequence. Ed. Here then, let them most carefully peruse "The Misses," by the late Mrs. Barbauld, and as carefully avoid companionship with Miss Place, Miss Management, Miss Representation, Miss Trust, and the other misses of the same family. Their persons are so excellently described by the estimable and highly gifted lady, who has done so much for children, that it will be difficult for any one not to know these misses when either of them is met. Here are Allan Cunningham's beautiful lines, "My Son, my Son," and Mrs. Howitt's admirable "Tale of a Triangle," "Birds," by James Montgomery, a long series of short poems, each describing some peculiarity of each of the feathered race-take an example or two: THE BIRD OF PARADISE. "Hail, Bird of Paradise! -That name I bear, SKYLARK. "What hand lets fly the skylark from his rest? love." THE EAGLE. "Art thou the king of birds, proud Eagle, say? But I will, if you please, read for you the whole of Dr. Walsh's beautiful dialogue. How delightful it is to see men of deep learning and vast acquirements, descending to prattle in the tones that childhood loves and can understand. I wish there were a dozen more such useful articles in the book, but unfortunately this is the only one :-I do not mean to say that the others are not instructive, but their chief object is to amuse. "C. Now here is this poor stupid muscle there is nothing inside that I can see but a soft lump without any shape, and no signs of life; what can there be curious in that?" "F. The shapeless lump, as you call it, has a regular figure, with parts as necessary to the fish as arms and legs to a man.' "C. Oh, now I see it begins to move, and change its shape like a snail; but it has no eyes like those on a snail's horns.' "F. No, because eyes are not necessary. You see those threads hanging out of the end of the shell; by these it is firmly fixed to a rock or other substance, and all the waves of the sea cannot disturb it: it wants, therefore, no eyes to see its way, because it never moves from place to place; but when they are necessary for its security, nature supplies them in a very curious manner.' C. Oh, dear papa, tell me how." Pinna ingens: sea wing. thrust in its long arms and devour it, if a good "C. A friend who lodges in her house? Oh F. The friend is a little crab, which the pinna suffers to live in her shell, and who pays her,' as an old writer says, 'a good price for his lodging.' The little crab has red eyes, and sees very sharply; so whenever his blind friend opens her shell, he is always on the watch for the enemy; and as soon as he sees him coming with his long arms like an ogre, he gives notice to the pinna by giving her a little pinch with his claw, and inmediately she closes her large shell, as a careful person locks up his house and shuts out a robber.' "C. Is that true, papa?' "F. It is mentioned by many writers, both "F. I did when I was in the East. The C. That is very curious indeed; but is the fish of any use to us?' "Besides being food for man, for whose support all things were created, the beard or threads of a muscle are applied to a good purpose they are sometimes so long that the fish hangs suspended by them from some projection to a considerable depth in the water. As the poet says, Firm to his rock, with silver cords, suspend The anchor'd Pinna, and his Cancer Friend.' These 'silver cords' are very fine and strong, like fibres of silk, and are used for the same purpose: they are manufactured into different articles of dress, and I have seen gloves and stockings made of them.' "C. Oh, I should like to have a pair of muscle gloves; but is there any thing else curious or useful in the fish?' "F. Yes, there is another kind, called mya,t "C. Is the pearl of any use to the fish?' * Cancer pinnotheris, or pinnophylax. wants it. It is very justly supposed that the pearl is intended for the same purpose by nature, for the use of the shell-fish in which it is found.' .C. I had no idea there were so many useful and curious things in a muscle; I suppose there is the same in every shell-fish.' "F. No doubt there is; but our acquaintance with God's creation is very limited, and our ignorance is much greater than our knowledge. We may judge, however, by what we know, of what we do not know every day is adding to some new and extraordinary proof of God's wisdom and love, giving us fresh cause for praise and wonder, and declaring 'His goodness beyond thought, and power divine.'" : Of the other contributors, I would distinguish Miss Jewsbury, Miss Mitford, Mrs. Hofland, the author of "Selwyn," Bernard Barton, Miss Strickland, Mrs. Opie, M. Carne, and the Archdeacon Wrangham. On the whole, Mrs. Hall has produced a beautiful, a useful, and an amusing work. I do not think it possible to find a more "fit and proper" present to the young. THE ALIBI. (Concluded from page 48.) "And where did she go?" said I; for the first time venturing to interrupt the good man's con amore narrative. "It came out, Sir, afterwards, that before her marriage was agreed on, an uncle in London had invited her to visit him, and as she had another sister quite ready to take her place at home, she told her parents it would save her much misery to leave the country for a while, and even go to service, to keep out of the way, till Dick Marshall should be married. " Or hanged as is more likely!" said her father in his passion: little thinking how near it was actually being the case! There was a salmon-smack lying in the harbour just then, whose master was Mary's cousin: so she slipped quietly on board, aud got safe to Lon don. "How long was this ago?" said I. "Oh! about six or seven months, perhaps. Let me see. It was in October, and this is April! Well, Sir, Mary staid but a short time with her uncle, as idleness was a thing she never liked: but through his wife, who had been housekeeper to a nobleman, she got a delightful place in the same family, as upper nurserymaid; which her gentle manners, and steady temper, and long experience in her father's house, made her every way fit for. She had not long been with them, when Lord S. was appointed to a government in India, and as he resolved to take out his two youngest children, nothing would serve Lady S. but Mary must go with them. They were grown so fond of her, that her cares on the voyage would be invaluable; and then her staid, sober, proper ways made her a perfect treasure in a country, where, I understand, girls heads are apt to be turned. Lady S. knew her story, and thought it recommendation enough: so her parents were written too; half Mary's ample wages secured to them by her desire, and she went down to the sea side with the family, to be in the way to embark at the last moment, when all the tedious outfit for a great man's voyage should be complete." "Ha!" said I, "this explains a hint she threw out about the world's end! So she is going to India ?" "Yes, Sir, and would have been half way there by this time, if it had not pleased God to send contrary winds, and save Dick Marshall's life." "His life! poor wretch," said I, “did he take to worse courses still?" "Pretty bad, Sir, but not quite so bad as he got credit for. I'll tell you about it as shortly as I can. "There came about Berwick, now and then, a scamp of a fellow, whom every body knew to be a gambler and a cheat, and whom none but such idle dogs as Dick Marshall would keep company with. This man, Sir, was known to be about town last autumn, and to have won money of Richard, both on the turf and at the card-table. They had a row about it, it seems, and high words, and even a scuffle; but few knew or cared; and Jack Osborne went away as he came, with none the wiser. "But about six weeks or two months ago, it began to be whispered that he had been missed of late from all his old haunts, and that Berwick was the last place where he had been seen; and, good for nothing as he was, he had decent relations who began to think it worth while to inquire about it. The last person in whose company he had been seen in our town, was certainly Dick Marshall; who, when asked about him, denied all knowledge of his old comrade. But Dick's own character by this time was grown pretty notorious, and though no one here, from respect to his parents, would have breathed such a notion, Jack Osborne's stranger uncle felt no scruple in insinuating, that his nephew had met with foul play, and insisted on an investigation. "In the course of this, a very suspicious circumstance came out. A pair of pistols, well known to be Osborne's, were found in Dick's possession; and a story of his having got them in payment of a gambling debt, when matters between them were known to be generally quite the other way, was of course very little, if at all believed. There were plenty of people who could depose, that on the 23d of October, at a tavern dinner, the two associates had quarrelled, and even come to blows; though they afterwards went out apparently good friends. The next step in evidence was, two people having returned home late that evening, and on passing a little stunted thicket, called Overton wood, about half a mile out of town, having heard something like groans or cries, to which, being in a great hurry, they paid little attention. This caused the place to be searched, and in an old sand-pit near the spot, to the surprise and horror of all present, were found the remains of poor Jack Osborne, whose clothes, from the dry nature of the ground, were quite in good preservation. Things now began to put on an aspect terribly serious for Dick Marshall; especially as another man now came forward to say, (people should be very cautious, Sir, before they say such things,) that he had met Dick, or some one so like, that he had no doubt it was he, though when spoken to by name, he made no answer-on the road to that very spot, just before the hour when the groans were heard. Petween the quarrel, and the pistols, and the Bans, and the dead body-and above all, the evidence of this man, a complete case was made out for a jury and there were a great many circumstances besides to give it a colour, especially poor Dick's now profligate and reckless habits, and his evident confusion and agitation, when first asked what he had been doing on the evening of the 23d of October. To those who saw his face on that occasion-his conscience stricken look when taken by surprise, and his angry defiance afterwards, when aware of the drift of the question,-little doubt of his guilt remained. "Dick was committed for trial: and oh! Sir, it was a sad day for all who knew his worthy parents, and had seen the creature himself grow up before them, a pretty curly-headed child, and then a manly spirited boy! His behaviour in prison to strangers was dogged and sullen; he seemed to scorn even denying the charge to those who could suppose him guilty, as most did; but on his poor father, (who never would credit it,) urging him to think, for the sake of his grey hairs, whether some means of disproving it might not yet be found; he at length said, though it seemed fairly extorted from him by his parent's distress,"" 'There's one person on earth who could clear me of this horrible charge, and that's poor Mary Fenwick but even if she were angel enough to do it, I suppose she has left England by this time. This is a judgment on me, father, for my usage of that girl!' "The agonized parents (from what they gathered further) sat down and wrote Mary the most pathetic letter broken hearts could dictate. They feared she would have sailed, but it pleased God otherwise; and instead of the teazing detention caused by the contrary winds, (which had now set in fair) there was, luckily for Richard, a delay of one week in the ship's sailing, for some official reasons. Mary carried the letter to her good mistress, and told her all the circumstances. She readily obtained leave for the journey, and was offered the escort of a fellow-servant, but she was steadfast in declining it. I would wish no unnecessary witnesses of poor Richard's shame and his parent's sorrow!' said she, and God will surely protect one, who is going to return good for evil!' "There was not a moment to be lost to let Mary appear at the assizes yesterday, and get back to Portsmouth in time: so into the mail she stepped and arrived here the night before last, as soon as a letter could have done. When they saw her, the old Marshalls almost fainted for joy. They kissed and wept over her, as they had done many a time, when their son's wild ways grieved her gentle spirit; but they soon looked up to her as a guardian angel, come to shield their grey hairs from despair and dishonour. They would have proposed to her to see and comfort Richard, but she said mildly, we have both need of our strength for to-morrow. Tell him I bless God for bringing me to save him, and I pray that it may not be from danger in this world alone.' "She was quite worn out with fatigue, it may be supposed, and was glad to lay her innocent head once more on her mother's bosom, in the bed where she was born, and where she little expected to have laid it for many a long day. She rose, quite refreshed, and able for the trial-the hard trial to one so modest and retiring, of appearing in court before her whole towns-people on so melancholy an occasion. "She was indulged with a chair, and sat as much out of sight as possible, surrounded by kind friends, till she should be called on. The case for the prosecution was gone into, and a chain of circumstantial evidence made out so conclusive against poor Dick, that the crown lawyer, a sharp ill-natured looking man I thought, said, 'This is a clear case you see, my lord; nothing but an alibi can bring him off!' 6 "And that shall be proved directly, my lord!' replied very unexpectedly, the prisoner's lawyer, we have a witness here come more than three hundred miles for the purpose ;' and Mary, shaking like a leaf, and deadly pale, was placed in the box. The counsel had nothing for it but to examine her. I should be sorry to say he wished to find her testimony false; but really, Sir, lawyers have a frightful degree of pride in showing their ingenuity, and he did not quite like his clear case to be overturned: besides, I suspect, he took her for one of Richard's light acquaintance tutored for the purpose. So his manner was not very encouraging to a poor frightened girl; but he little thought that Mary could be firm as a rock, when duty was concerned. "On being desired to tell what she knew of this business, Mary simply asserted, in as few words as possible, that Richard Marshall could not have been in Overton wood at the hour assigned for the murder of John Osborne, as he was at that very time, with her, on the road to B- farm, in an exactly opposite direction. Very pleasantly engaged, I dare say my dear said the counsel flippantly, but I am afraid the court will not be the more disposed to admit your evidence for what passed on that occasion.' 'I am sure they ought! said Mary, with a tone of deep and solemn earnestness, which dashed the lawyer a good deal. "So!' said he, reviving himself, Richard Marshall met you, you say, on the road to B on a certain evening, between the hours of nine and ten; gray what reason may you have for remembering the hour so precisely?' -Because I had staid just to give his mother her nine o'clock draught before I left Berwick; and because, just as I got to my father's gate, the church clock struck ten.' Very accurate! and pray, what induced you to be so very positive as to the day? Because the very next afternoon, I sailed for London in a vessel whose sailing day is always a Wednesday, and Tuesday was the 23d." Very well put together and logical indeed! and now, my dear, to come more to the point, how came you to remember this meeting itself so very particularly? It was not the first I dare say!' "No, Sir!' said Mary, with a slight flush of wounded dignity; but it was the last. I have a right to remember it, because we were engaged to be married, and on that very night, (and I bless God it was no other,) Richard Marshall told me-and not very kindly, that I was no fit wife for him, and that all that had been going on so long between us, was for ever at an end!' "Mary had made, to preserve strength and utterance for this testimony, all the exertion nature permitted. She fell back fainting into her father's arms, and a buzz of admiration ran through the court. "This is an alibi with a witness! said an old shrewd barrister who stood near me; It is not likely a discarded sweetheart would come three hundred miles to perjure herself for the scoundrel!' In corroboration of Mary's simple testimony, should any be required, there was handed to the jury a housewife, containing a few memorandums, and in the midst of them, evidently inserted at the moment, and blotted with a still discernible tear: This day parted for ever in this world, with poor Richard Marshall; God grant we may meet in the next!'" "And did they meet again in this world, Sir?" said I, when my honest friend had got rid of something troublesome in his eyes. 'No, Sir; Mary felt it was better otherwise, and no one durst press it upon her. She wrote him a letter though, which no one else saw: and I hear he says his life was hardly worth saving, since he has for ever lost Mary Fenwick. Poor fellow, we shall see if this great escape will sober him!" Little more passed between me and my friend, as the lights of Houndwood now came in view. I have since been in Berwick, and find Richard lives with his parents, a sadder and a wiser man than they ever expected to see him. The murder of Jack Osborne has been confessed by another of the fraternity. And Mary is married in India to a young chaplain, to whom Lord S. has promised a living in her own north country, on his return to England. Who dull to every finer tie, To every soft affection cold, Though frequent cares my mind enthral, My own!-my own! TURKISH TREACHERY. [Being part of an article in the Museum of Foreign Literature and Science.] There is unquestionably no nation in the world among whom human life is less regard. ed, and none where it is so frequently taken away by treachery under the mask of courtesy and friendship. Turkish history abounds with innumerable instances where perfidy and politeness may be considered as synonymous. Ali Pasha of Yanina had long warded off the fatal blow, which he knew was aimed at him by the Sublime Porte. An Albanian chief was one of the many who had been despatched with a firman for that purpose. Ali had reason to suspect, while courtesies and civilities were passing between them, that the fatal document was concealed in the sleeve of his pelisse. He praised the beauty and elegance of the garment worn by his guest, and, as a particular mark of friendship, insisted on a mutual exchange of robes, which could not be refused according to Turkish etiquette, and having thus got possession of the fatal instrument, forthwith turned the blow that was designed for himself against the intended executioner. Ali, however, at length met with his match in Mahomed Pasha, the governor of the Morea. "They held together a long conversation of a very confidential nature, and mutual attachment seemed to be established. . . . Mohamed rose to depart, with expressions of affectionate goodwill on both sides. As they were of the same rank, they rose at the same moment from the divan on which they were sitting, and the Pasha of the Morea, as he was retiring, made a low and ceremonial reverence: the Pasha of Yanina returned it with the same profound inclination of the body; but before he could recover himself again, Mohamed drew his yatigan from his girdle, and plunged it into the back of his host with such force, that it passed completely through his heart and out at his left breast. Ali fell dead at his feet, and his assassin immediately left the chamber with the bloody yatigan in his hand, and announced to those abroad, that he had now ceased to exist. Some soldiers of Mohamed entered the apartment, severed the head from the body, and, bringing it outside, held it up to their own comrades and the soldiers of Ali, as the head of a traitor."-Walsh, p. 60— 62. Mr. Walsh states a curious fact with regard to this venerable head, which was sent to Con stantinople, and exhibited to the public on a dish. As the name of Ali had made a considerable noise in Europe, and more particularly in England, in consequence of his negotiations with Sir Thomas Maitland, and still more, perhaps, the stanzas in Childe Harold, a merchant of Constantinople thought it would be no bad speculation to purchase the head and dish, and send them to London for exhibition; but a former confidential agent obtained it from the public executioner for a higher price than the merchant had offered; and together with the heads of his three sons and grandson, who, according to custom, were all seized and decapitated, had them deposited near one of the city gates, with a tombstone and inscrip tion. Old Mahomet Ali of Egypt has probably had more emissaries despatched to effect his destruction than any pasha on record, but he has hitherto been crafty enough to escape. Two or three times he is said to have been marked out for death, on account of his reluctance to join in the Greek war; but he had his spies in Constantinople, and probably in the seraglio, by means of whom he baffled the attempts of the emissaries, taking special care none of them should return to Constantinople to report their good or ill success. For a long time he contrived to keep out of the war, on the plea that his troops were employed in subduing the Wahabees, and repressing the rebellious Mamalukes, and the people of Dongala; and at the same time he endeavoured to soothe the Sultan by large donations of money. On "At length the Sultan Mahmoud resolved EPITAPHS. THERE is no department of literature, perhaps, that has been exercised more than this. There is no man, however humble in society, who wishes to lie "to dumb forgetfulness a prey;" and every person, whose friends can command the means, has a memorial of wood or stone with a suitable inscription, to say when and where he was born and buried. In many churchyards in England there is not much variety in these notifications of mortality, and little pains are bestowed in penning the hic jacet. The stone-cutter is generally the poet, at least it is he that supplies the po etical part of the inscription from his common. place book; the same serves for many customers, and there are about forty or fifty of this kind, which you see repeated in almost every burying ground in England. There are, however, occasionally to be met with, those that are peculiar and remarkable for their beauty or singularity. They are either the productions of the best poets of the time, or of some very whimsical humorist who was the author of his own epitaph. Of these there have been copious collections made by tourists, and many volumes have been filled exclusively with such mortuary memorials. Still there is left something which has not been noticed; and an industrious man may glean either old or new which have escaped a predecessor. As I have just returned from a ramble through part of Ireland, England, and Scotland, and have felt a degree of curiosity on the subject, I shall send one or two which I find noticed among my memoranda. The Tomb of a Victim of Criticism.-Some years ago, an anonymous writer attacked the Dublin stage in a bitter but witty satire, called "Familiar Epistles." This was attributed to a certain literary character distinguished in the political world, but, if the effect assigned be true, he has small reason to be satisfied with the cause; it does little credit to his head and less to his heart. Among the persons attacked was Edwin the comedian; and, it is said, he never again held up his head. He drooped like a mortally wounded man, and died shortly after. His wife, as a memorial of affection to the melancholy fate of her husband, as well as of vengeance on his supposed murderer, erected a tomb with the following inscription in St. Werburgh's churchyard, Dublin, where I went to see and copied it:Here lie the remains of MR. JOHN EDWIN, of the Theatre Royal, who died February 22, 1805, aged 33 years. His death was occasioned by the ACUTENESS of his SENSIBILITY. Before he was sufficiently known to the public of this city to have his talents properly appreciated, he experienced an ILLIBERAL and CRUEL ATTACK on his professional reputation from an ANONYMOUS ASSASSIN. This circumstance preyed upon his mind to the extinction of life; while he was in apparent bodily vigour he predicted his approaching DISSOLUTION. The consciousness of a brain rending with agony, accounts for that prescience, and incontrovertibly establishes the cause of his death. This stone is inscribed to the MEMORY of an AFFECTIONATE HUSBAND, as a tribute of DUTY and ATTACHMENT, by her, who, best acquainted with the qualities of his HEART, can best record their AMIABILITY. There is not on stone, I believe, such another epitaph as this, in either ancient or modern times, recording the death of a man killed by a literary attack. Horace alludes to the death of Lycambes in consequence of the severity of Archilochus' verses; and in our own days, one of our periodicals is nicknamed the Keatskiller, because it is supposed to have murdered a poor poet with the same weapon; but no person had put it on their tombs, and this, I suppose, is the first monument ever erected to a man murdered by a critic. Tomb of a Modern Greek.-The exceeding interest taken by the people of England in the affairs of Greece, and the high esteem in which they were held in Morea and the Islands, induced several Greeks of distinction to send their children to this country to be educated, and among them the celebrated Canaris, and other distinguished leaders in the revolution. The transition from the warm genial climate Far from his native Greece, the mortal part The name of "Mother!" 'twas a father's Sad tidings told him in a foreign land, First made him droop. Here no kind relative Closed his cold eyes-yet left he mourners here, True friends, whom his sweet gentleness had made, And one of these inscribes this humble stone. NATURAL MONITORS. BY MISS M. A. BROWNE. Ταφόφιλος. "I ASKED the lark in the summer morn, The hunter's shaft might stay his flight? 'I fear not, I fear not: I fly towards Heaven!' And the sweet flowers answered, 'Each day renews Their fragile folds into mist and dew? The clouds replied, 'Though we should be Away from our rest, we should still be in “And I saw a lovely child, who knelt ven!'" THE DEATH OF MOSES. BY JOHN SYDNEY TAYLOR, A.M. "How beauteous is the scene that spreads Before him far and wide, "He look'd o'er Gilead's pleasant land, That drinks the Summer showers. "There Zoar's walls are dimly seen, And Jericho's far towers "Is it the sun! the morning sun! Of morning's loveliest ray, And dull the cloudless beams of noon "Is it an angel's voice that breathes That makes the scene rejoice; "The Patriarch hears, and lowly bends, Who spoke in lightnings from the clouds "Now flash his eyes with brighter fires Speaks to his trembling heart- That earthly resting-place.' A time entranced, until that voice "Then raised his head, one look he gave "He sleeps in Moab's silent vale, Who led the hosts of God. "Let marble o'er earth's conquerors rise, THE SPIRIT OF THE SPRING. Of the sunshine and the breeze, Beneath thy balmy sigh, Spirit of ethereal birth! Thy azure banner floats, In lucid folds o'er air and earth; While budding woods pour forth their mirth, I see upon the fleecy cloud The spreading of thy wings; Spirit of the rainbow zone, Of the fresh and breezy morn; With rapture-beaming eyes; Each year we hail thy birth; To bless the sons of earth. With leaf, and bud, and blushing flower, STANZAS. All I feel, and hear, and see, God of love! is full of thee! EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers- Z. Z. It is stated of the lectures delivering in Paris by M. de Villemain, on the History of the Middle Ages, that it is almost impossible to find a place at them. His introductory was attended by over two thousand people, and nearly as many more were unable to get in. Such is the magic of eloquence. The Emperor of Austria has promoted Gustavus Vasa, son of the Ex-King of Sweden, to the rank of Major General. THE LITERARY PORT FOLIO. 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