that although States rise and fall, temples are upreared, and topple to their bases, an earthquake may render useless a “century's toil,” Poetry can make a name reverberate through the world during its existence. Terpsichore, contains much wit, humour, and sound judgment. It is written in a strictly classical spirit. A Rhymed Lesson, commences in a humorous vein, and goes on to show that God brought us into the world, not that he might tyrannize over us, but that we might possess the world for our enjoyment, having evinced our gratitude to hiin by our obedience to his laws, thus giving us an opportunity of working out our welfare.

The poem is especially intended for the uneducated poor, whom it instructs in those essential moral principles, and social virtues, with which, from their utter ignorance, they are necessarily unacquainted; it points out the necessity of bolding our passions in check, inculcates christian toleration, and recommends dispassionate judgment : it winds up with a patriotic eulogium on America, well adapted to the poor and uneducated youth. The instruction is given in a vein, semi serious and semi comic, and is consequently most likely to be generally read.

llow beautifully Holmes can indite a ballad, may be judged from,

But what if the stormy cloud should come,

And ruflic the silver sea?
Would he turn his eye from the distant sky,

Ts smile on a thing like thee?
O no, fair Lily, he will not send

One ray froin bis far-off throne:
The winds shall blow and the waves shall

flow,
And thou wilt be left alone.

THE STAR AND THE WATER LILY. The sun stepped down from his golden

throne, And lay in the silent sea, And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,

For a sleepy thing was she;
What is the Lily dreaming of ?

Why crisp the waters blue?
See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid !

Her white leaves are glistening through!
The Rowe is cooling his burning cheek
In the lap of the breathless tide;--
The Lily bath sisters fresh and fair,

That would lie by the Rose's side;
He would love her better than all the rest,

And he would be fond and true;-
But the lily unfolded her weary lids,

And lovked at the sky su blue. Remeinber, remember, thou silly onc,

How fast will thy suminer glide, And wilt thou wither a virgin pale,

Of flourish a blooming bride? "Oh the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold, And he lives on earth," said she; "But the Star is fair and he lives in the air,

And he shall my bridegroom be.”

There is not a leaf on the mountain top,

Nor a drop of evening dew,
Nor a golden sund on the sparkling shore,

Nor a pearl in the waters blue,
That he has not cheered with his fickle smile

And warmed with his faithless bean,
And will he be true to a pallid tower,

That floats on the quiet stream?
Alas for the Lily! she would not beed,

But turned to the skies afur,
And bared her breast to the trembling ray

That shot from the rising Star;
The cloud came orcr the darkened sky,

And over the watel's wide:
She looked in vain through the beating rain,

And sank in the stormy tide.

The Last Leaf, is decidedly the oddest of his productions,

and the one perhaps which is most calculated to display his idiosyncrasies : we here insert it :THE LAST LEAF.

My grandmamma has said, I saw him once before,

Poor old lady, she is dead As he passed by the door,

Long ago,

That he had a Roman nose,
And again

And his cheek was like a rose
The pavement stones resound,

In the snow.
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.

But now his nose is thin,
They say that in his prime,

And it rests upon his chin
Ere the pruning knife of Time

Like a state,
Cut him down,

And a crook is in his back,
Not a better man was found

And a melancholy crack
By the crier on his round

In his laugh.
Through the town.

I know it is a sin
But now he walks the streets,

For me to sit and grin
And he looks at all he meets

At him hcre;
Sad and wan,

But the old three-cornered hat,
And he shakes his feeble head,
That it seems as if he said

And the breeches, and all that
"They are gone.

Are so queer! The mossy marbles rest

And if I should live to be
On the lips that he had pressed

The last leaf upon the trec
In their bloom,

In the spring, --
And the names he loved to hear

Let them smile, as I do now,
Have been carved for many a year

At the old forsaken bough
On the tomb,

Where I cling.
Exquisite satire, and marvellous fidelity, are evidenced in
the following :-
MY AUNT.

They braced my aunt against a board, My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt!

To make her straight and tall;

They laced her up, they starved her down, Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp

To make her light and small; That binds her virgin zone;

They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, I know it hurts her,-though she looks

They screwed it up with pins;

O never mortal suffered more
Ay cheerful as she can;
Her waist is ampler than her life,

In penance for her sins.
For life is but a span.

So, when my precious aunt was done, My aunt ! my poor deluded aunt!

My grandsire brought her back; Her hair is almost grey ;

(By daylight, lest some rabid youth Why will she train that winter curl

Miglit follow on the track ;) In such a spring-like way?

"Ah!" said my grandsire, as he shook How can she lay her glasses down,

Some powder in his pan, And say she reads as well,

“What could this lovely creature do When through a double convex lens,

Against a desperate man!"
She just makes out to spell?
Her father;--grandpapa ! forgive

Alas! nor chariot, nor barouche,
This erring lip its smiles,

Nor bandit cavalcade, Vowed she should make the finest girl Tore from the trembling father's arms, Within a hundred miles;

His all accomplished maid. He sent her to a stylish school;

For her how happy had it been! "Twas in her thirteenth June ;

And Heaven had spared to me And with her, as the rules required,

To see one sad, ungathered rose * Two towels and a spoon.'

On my ancestral tree. In the next quotation, we are furnished with a most extra

ordinary instance of appropriate imagery : we are astonished at the happy manner in which every line bears reference to the Tailor's calling, and by the wonderful facility with which all external objects, be they great or small, are compared to the humble technicalities which characterize his profession.

The following is in Holmes' best style :

The bruit de rape and the bruit de scie He shook his head ;-there's grave discase,

And the bruit de diable all are combined ; I greatly fear you all must die; How happy Bouilland would be,

A slight post-mortem, if you please,
If he a case like this could find !

Surviving friends would gratify,
Now, when the neighbouring doctors found
A case so rare had been descried,

The six young damsels wept alond,
They every day her ribs did pound

Which so prevailed on six young men, In squads of twenty; 80 she died.

That each his honest love arowed,

Whercat they all got well again.
Then six young damsels, slight and fruil,

Received this kind young Doctor's cares;
They all were getting slim and pale, This poor young man was all aghast;
And short of breath on mounting stairs. The price of Stethoscopes came down!

And so he was reduced at last
They all made rhymes with a sighs" and

To practise in a country town. "skies, And loathed their puddings and buttered The Doctors being very sore, rolls,

A Stethoscope they did derise, And dieted, much to their friends' surprise, That had a rammer to clear the bore, On pickles, and pencils, and chalk, and With a knob at the end to kill the flies.

coals. So fast their little hearts did bound,

Now use your ears, all you that can, The frightened insects buzzed the more; But don't forget to mind your eyes So over all their chests he found

Or you may be cheated like this young man, The rale sifflant, and rale sonore.

By a couple of silly abnormal flies. We close this first paper on American Poets, and our second, and concluding, portion, shall be devoted to a review of the works of Dana, Willis, Lowell, Poe, Whittier, and Read. We have not in this, our present division of the subject, written critically of the poets specially noticed, or of tlie probable effects which their productions may have upon the literature of America ; we consider that such a disquisition belongs to the concluding section of our paper.

ART. II.-JOHN BANIM.

PART V.

ANXIETY FOR FAME AS A DRAMATIC POET. COMPOSITION OF

HIS TRAGEDY "SYLLA.” HISTORY OF THE TRAGEDY. COMPARISON OF IT WITH THE SYLLA OF DEKKER AND JOUY. EXTRACTS FROM IT. LETTERS. PROPOSED VISIT TO THE SOUTH OF ENGLAND. RESTORED HEALTH. FRIENDSHIP OP JOHN STIRLING, VISIT TO CAMBRIDGE. RESTORED HEALTH OF MRS. BANIM. URGING MICHAEL BANIM TO CONTINUE JOINT AUTHORSHIP. LETTERS. BUOYANT SPIRITS AND NEW PROJECTS. REMOVAL TO EASTBOURNE. OPINION OF MICHAEL'S TALE,

THE CROPPY.” ACCOUNT OF ITS COMPOSITION. A DAUGHTER BORN TO JOHN BANIM. CORRESPONDENCE WITH GERALD GRIFFIN. REMOVAL TO SEVEN OAKS. ADMIRABLE LETTER TO MICHAEL UPON THE COMPOSITION OF A NOVEL AND THE SELECTION OF CHARACTERS. INCIDENTS SUGGESTED AND OLD STORIES RECALLED. THE BEAUTIES AND ART OF GREAT NOVELISTS DISPLAYED. LETTER FROM MICHAEL SHOWING RESULT OF THIS ADVICE IN THE PRODUCTION OF THE GHOST HUNTER. ILLNESS. LETTER TO MICHAEL. LITERARY OCCUPATIONS DESCRIBED. BEAUTIFUL ACCOUNT OF HIS HOME LIFE — HIS CONDITION, THE BODY RACKED BUT THE MIND GLOWING. DELIGHT AT RENEWED FRIENDSHIP OF GERALD GRIFFIN. THEIR LETTERS TO EACH OTHER. REMOVAL TO BLACKHEATH. ILLNESS AND PROSTRATION OF STRENGTH. KEMOVAL TO THE FRENCH COAST ADVISED BY PHYSICIANS, ANOTHER SERIES OF TALES BY THE O'HARA FAMILY” HURRIEDLY WRITTEN BY JOHN BANIM AND PUBLISHED UNDER THE TITLE OF

THE DENOUNCED.” REMOVAL TO FRANCE. It will have been remarked by the attentive student of Banim's mind, as exhibited in bis letters, that the old love of poetry and of dramatic composition, recurs frequently in evident forms. It was indeed never entirely lost, and hie seems to have cherished hopes of brilliant and steady success in that most difficult of all literary labors, the production of a really poetical, orginal drama.

He was ever, in his leisure hours, and these, truly, were few, engaged in poetic composition ; he had no pleasures, save