epth of the _Michigan forest_.'

or

'Supplicia hausorem ecopulis: et _nomine Dido_,
Et recidiva manu posuissem _Pergama vetis_.'

It will be readily perceived that the name of the American author can be
substituted for the feet italicized above, without injuring the measure,
while in some of Moore's finest stansas beautifully alternates the same
verse, thus:

'Oh! fair as the sea-flower, _close to thee growing_,
How light was thy heart till love's witchery came!
Like the wind of the South, o'er a _summer lute blowing_,
And hushed all its music, and withered its flame.'

At the close of his last great work, Mr. Irving sought for rest. He laid
aside his pen, even from correspondence, and felt that his work was
done. When in New-York, he was often to be found at the Astor Library,
of which he was a trustee; but his visits to the city became few, and he
seemed to realize that his time was come. To one who kindly remarked, 'I
hope you will soon be better,' He calmly replied, in an earnest tone: 'I
shall never be better.' The words came true too soon, and amid an
unequaled pomp of unaffected sorrow, they bore him to a place of rest,
by the side of his parents and all of his kin who had gone before him.

_BYRONIC MISANTHROPY._

He has a grief he can not speak;
He wears his hat awry;
He blacks his boots but once a week;
And says he wants to die!

_NEW-ENGLAND'S ADVANCE._

Hurrah! for our New-England,
When she rose up firm and grand,
In her calm, terrific beauty,
With the stout sword in her hand;
When she raised her arm undaunted,
In the sacred cause of Right,
Like a crowned queen of valor,
Strong in her faith and might.

Hurrah! for our New-England!
When the war-cry shook the breeze,
She wore the garb of glory,
And quaffed the cup of ease;
But I saw a look of daring
On her proud features rise,
And the fire of will was flashing
Through the calm light of her eyes.

From her brow serene, majestic,
The wreath of peace she took,
And war's red rose sprang blooming,
And its bloody petals shook
On her heaving, beating bosom;
And with forehead crowned with light,
Transfigured, she presented
Her proud form to the fight.

Hurrah! for our New-England!
What lightning courage ran
Through her brave heart, as she bounded
To the battle's fearful van;
O'er her head the starry ban