"Tis night—and in darkness the visions of youth Flit solemn and slow in the eye of the mind: The hope they excited hath perished, and truth Laments o'er the wrecks they are leaving behind. 'Tis midnight—and wide o'er the regions of riot Are spread, deep in silence, the wings of repose; And man, soothed from revel, and lulled into quiet, Forgets in his slumbers the weight of his woes. How gloomy and dim is the scowl of the heaven, The bosom of man in his solitude feels! Where, where are the spirits in whom was my trust, 'Mid foes that beset me, and friends that are cold : Ah! the pilgrim of earth oft has felt in his anguish, That the heart may be widowed before it is old! Affection can sooth but its votaries an hour, Let the storms of adversity lour; 'tis in vain, Though friends should forsake me, and foes should combine; For, far o'er the regions of doubt and of dreaming, And bright through the tempest the rainbow is streaming, EXTRACT FROM PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE. BY HENRY TAYLOR. Adriana. Oh, Artevelde; What change hath come since morning! Oh! how soon Adri. I trusted not. I hoped that I was loved, Artev. I love thee, dearest, with as large a love And troubled heart of thine; sustain it here, And be its flood of passion wept away. Adri. What was it that you said then? If you love, Why have you thus tormented me? Artev. As one retired in staid tranquillity: The dweller in the mountains, on whose ear And leave myself no choice of vantage ground, From loving and adoring thee next Him: Artev. I fear, my Adriana, 'tis a rash Heaven is o'er all, and unto Heaven I leave it. That which hath made me weak shall make me strong, Weak to resist, strong to requite thy love; And if some tax thou payest for that love, Thou shalt receive it back from Love's exchequer. Farewell; 'tis late; I'm waited for ere this. Now what shall I receive? Artev. The like from mine. I had forgotten-I have it not to-day : Give Love a good night's rest within thy heart, SONG. BY JOANNA BAILLIE. The gowan glitters on the sward, Oh, no! sad and slow! My sheep-bells tinkle frae the west, Oh, no! sad and slow ! I hear below the water roar, Oh, no! sad and slow! I coft yestreen, frae Chapman Tam, And promised when our trysting cam', Oh, no! sad and slow! The shadow of that weary thorn Is tether'd on the grass. O, now I see her on the way, She's climbing up the brownie's brae; Oh, no! 'tis not so! The shadow of that hawthorn bush My book o' grace I'll try to read, Oh, no! sad and slow! Of the crowd of admirable writers, male and female, in the three kingdoms, whose numbers have enriched the literature of the present century, our concluding paragraph can afford room for the names of very few; we must omit many probably equal, or perhaps superior, in merit to those mentioned, and to some of those we have selected. William Gifford; Dr J. Wolcot (Peter Pindar); Rev. William Lisle Bowles; Edwin Atherstone (" Nineveh"); Leigh Hunt; Bernard Barton ; Rev. George Croly; Thomas Pringle; Ebenezer Elliot (Corn Law Rhymes ;) Hartley Coleridge, the late son of S. T. Coleridge; J. Sterling ("The Sexton")-he is the Archeus of the Noctes in Blackwood's Magazine; W. M. Milnes; Alaric Watts and Mrs Watts; William and Mary Howitt ; Thomas Aird; Miss Blamire; Mrs Barbauld; Miss Seward; Mrs Opie; Mrs Tighe ("Psyche"); Mrs Norton; Miss Caroline Bowles, afterwards Mrs Southey; Miss Elizabeth B. Barrett; Eliza Cook; Miss Frances Brown, &c. The writers who have cultivated the language of Scotland are also numerous :Alexander Wilson (the ornithologist, originally a Paisley weaver); Robert Tannahill, also a native of Paisley; Hector Macneil ("Will and Jean"); John Mayne ("Logan Braes," &c.); Sir Alexander Boswell, the son of Johnson's Boswell ("Jenny dang the Weaver," &c.); the late William Tennant, Professor of Hebrew in the University of St Andrews (" Anster Fair"); William Motherwell; Robert Nicol; James Ballantine (poems and songs, interspersed in the "Gaberlunzie's Wallet" and the "Miller of Deanhaugh"); Robert Gilfillan; William Thom, the hand-loom weaver, of Inverury, whose recent death in poverty and neglect has been made the subject of reproach against Scotland; David Vedder; Alexander Maclagan, &c. The Dramatists of the conclusion of the eighteenth, and of the present century, are Joanna Baillie (Plays of the Passions); Matthew Gregory Lewis (Castle Spectre); W. Godwin; W. Sotheby; Richard Lalor Shiel; Miss Mitford; Mrs Inchbald; Thomas Morton; George Colman (the |