LALLA.

BY THE LADY E. S. WORTLEY.

RECLINED Upon thy glittering cushions,
Young radiant Beauty of the East;
What lovely dreams, what gentle fancies
Come to charm thy maiden breast?

Are they of some dark-eyed lover,

Who breathed through blushing flowers his love;— Whose passion in thy heart hath waken'd

Sweet reply pure spotless dove?

Or say, art thou, thus bright and matchless,
Destined for some loftier fate;

Shalt thou in the sultan's palace

Reign the first in charms and state?

Shall thy beauty win these honours—

Shalt thou yet be named and known "The harem's light, the monarch's idol, Mistress of his heart and throne ?"

Ah! beauteous being! happier, surely,
If some lowlier love is thine;
Safe from strife, and wrath, and envy,
Thou shalt find love's breath divine.

Youth, passion, freedom, sunshine, roses,
Are not these, of wealth, enough?
The proudcr paths of life's brief journey,

Oft with thorns and briars are rough!

STANZAS

TO THE LADY EMMELINE MANNERS, UPON READING A POEM OF HERS IN 1830, ENDING, AND STILL I EVER

LOVE IN VAIN!"

BY THE MARQUESS OF LONDONDERRY.

"TIs said she loves each earthly thing,
While blooming as the morning spring,
She ever loves in vain!-

The worst of tortures fate can find,
Corrode her fair and spotless mind,
And force a life of pain.

Ah! 'tis an anguish too severe,
For e'en a friend to soothe or cheer,
It banishes all rest.-

Why do the fates such law ordain ?
To cleave that tender heart in twain,
To agonize her breast?

Her torturing pangs, alas! are found
More poignant than the keenest wound,
That venom'd darts can send ;

For fortitude can suffer pain;

But, oh! to love—and not again
Be loved-is feeling's end!

Still, let not disappointment's power
Impress with gloom each future hour,

Nor every hope destroy.

GENIUS, her child will fondly greet!

And, though delay'd, she still will meet

All that she dreams of joy!

Then memory's pencil still shall paint,
In colours neither cold nor faint,

The wishes of a friend

That through the various change of life,
Its pleasure, sorrow, care, or strife,
Her bliss may never end!

HUNTING versus YACHTING.

BY F. P. DELME RADCLIFFE, ESQ.

SOME love to ride on the ocean tide,

There are charms in "the dark blue sea;"

But nerve at need, a gallant steed,

And the life of a hunter for me.

We plough the deep, or climb the steep,
With a heart and a hand as brave

As those who steer their bold career

Far o'er the foaming wave.

There is that in the sound, of horn and hound Which leaves all care behind,

And the huntsman's cheer delights the ear,

Borne merrily on the wind.

Oh! give me a place in the stirring chace,
A dull sky and a southern breeze,
You may rove in vain o'er the mighty main,
Ere you find any joys like these.

THE ORPHAN OF PALESTINE.

BY LORD WILLIAM LENNOX.

"Let the waves sweep over them! Better the dark, silent, and fated waves of ocean, than the troubled waves of life."

FRANCESCA CARRARA.

"THE union of the kingdoms of the Heptarchy had advanced England, as a country, to a condition of force and dignity; but, as yet, the English themselves, a mixture at once of Celts, Saxons, Danes, and Normans, remained without a king capable of taking advantage of their united strength, their spirit, and their prowess. Harold, indeed, who fell in the celebrated battle of Hastings, had proved a prince of ability, while the mildness of his government had endeared him to the people. But his right of succession to the crown was defective; and though the title of William of Normandy, surnamed the Conqueror, might, in justice, be esteemed as still more so, yet success in arms overbalanced that defect; and William kept firm possession of the kingdom, supported by a fresh accession of nobility, who took care to establish their power by the depression, and in some cases, the extinction, of the native inhabitants. Nevertheless, William of Normandy must always be considered more in the light of a successful, adventurous conqueror, than as a legitimate king; and the Anglo-Saxons might have betrayed, in the event of a foreign war, the prince who had so unscrupulously placed over their heads the adventurers who had rushed to his standard from almost every quarter of Europe. His son, and successor,