ht to be as extensive as possible, yet they may sometimes
require the assistance of those whose opportunities and abilities have
enabled them to make a deeper research." Finely said. Jones is a case in
point. We do not know the extent of his literary education, but whatever
it be, the assistance of Lindley Murray would, we are certain, be of
infinite service to him at this moment.

We forget how many thousands of pounds, poor Chantrey left to the Royal
Academy. Jones never tires of lauding the Academy by referring to the
munificent bequests; yet this, we repeat, is the return made by that
favored institution, in the person of one of its chief members, to the no
less distinguished and generous donor. The life of Chantrey would not
have been difficult in the hands of a moderately informed artist. "Dear
Jones, we wanted a man of taste (d--n taste), we mean judgment," and your
professed regard for your friend should not have rested content until it
had found one.

* * * * *

SONG.

BY R. H. STODDARD.

I've left my native home afar,
Beyond the dark blue main;
And many a mouth may come and go
Ere I return again:
But months and years must come and go
As rolling waves depart,
Ere I forget to give you all
A home within my heart!

I come to you as swallows come,
Across the stormy foam;
My chief delight in alien lands,
To sing my songs of home:
Nor will I once regret my home
And all the sea that parts,
If you will only give me now
A home within your hearts!

* * * * *

[From the Athenaeum.]

VIRGINIA TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO.[A]

[Footnote A: The Historie of Travaile into Virginia Britannia;
expressing the Cosmographie and Comodities of the Country, togither with
the Manners and Customes of the People. Gathered and observed as well by
those who went first thither as collected by William Strachey, Gent, the
first Secretary of the Colony. Now first edited from the original
Manuscript, in the British Museum, by R. H. Major, Esq., of the British
Museum. Printed for the Hakluyt Society.]

This is a suggestive book, with its prophetic motto,--its dedication to
Lord Bacon, the fit patron of discoverers,--and its curious map,
"described by Captayn John Smith," adorned with ships, and huge whales,
and all the land so closely dotted over with tall trees and
molehill-sized mountains, and here and there the