To see for him this love and faithfulness!

Their plans arranged-their voices rise in prayer,-
With lips and hearts,-beseeching Allah's care.
They issue forth-the traitor's seal she shows-

They breathe their praise-they've passed the astonished foes.

They haste along-propitious powers have rolled
Thick clouds of darkness o'er the tyrants' hold;

Sleep loads their eyes, or some, perhaps waking, deem
They see the angels of their broken dream ;-
She was so fair, reflected beauties shone
In every object that she looked upon !
And Ali 'neath his Leila's charms grew bright,
And, as he gazed, he borrowed rays of light.
A page, whose humble love drowned every fear,
Had come with her,—and in a thicket near,
With coursers fleet awaits the signal sound,
While the fierce steeds, impetuous, paw the ground;
He hears the cry, hope lights his cheeks again,
They know her voice, and, bounding, shake the plain.
The lovers come-the joyful steeds obey,-

The reins are loosed.-Now love has wou the day.
Bristol, August 1854.

ON MARY'S ARM.

A. H.

PEOPLE there are who sonnets write in praise of ladies' eyes,
Some eyelashes do admire, and some on eyebrows rhapsodize,
And connoisseurs are to be found in noses Greek and Roman,
Whilst many more like teeth of pearl, and mourn they're too un-

common.

Some ruby lips do dearly love, and most when wreathed in smiles,
Others a dimpled chin do prize ('tis one of Cupid's wiles);
Some lose their wits in ecstacies at hair that falls in masses
O'er bust of snow that many think all other charms surpasses.
I like all these; but there's a charm, Cupid with wild delight
Keeps aye before my vision both in day and dreams of night,
An arm and hand, by chance exposed, which caught my wandering

gaze,

And fairly dragged me, spite myself, into love's tangled maze,
That arm, dear Mary! still I see, so lovely, fair, and round,
Eclipsing in its beauty far the gems with which 'twas bound;
The hand so delicately formed, the taper fingers small,
Still float across my memory-my fancy still enthral.

'Tis not those only, nor the charms of form or lovely face,
But goodness, purity of soul, intelligence, and grace;

These are the charms that win the heart;-the others gain the eye; But both, dear Marv! are the charms for which your lovers sigh.

Literature.

A Poet's Children.-Longman and Co.-We rejoice to find the poetical world still alive, and works of more or less merit occasionally peeping through obscurity. Patrick Scott is the author of the volume before us, which we consider to be of standard merit; some of the * poems are unique enough, and will be perused with a relish.

How to make a Bonnet and Cap. By Mrs. Adams.-A little brochure which contains much instruction, and we may hint to those who are commencing the millinery business, that it would render much assistance, especially to those of limited practice.

New Music.

1. Gerty's Song of the Star. 2. We'll bide together. 3. Light in Darkness: duet.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street.-A series of six songs taken from that popular work the "Lamplighter," have just appeared, ilustrated with lithographic drawings of the subjects, the first three of which have reached us for critical notice; the words are by Carpenter, and are expressive and truthful, while we have the music composed by Stephen Glover and H. Farmer, which is as effective as it is strikingly original. We consider that there is much merit due also to the spirited publishers, Messrs. Duff and Hodgson, of Oxford-street, for their excellent taste in the production of an ouvrage so interesting and varied in character. We subjoin the words of

GERTY'S SONG OF THE STAR.

"She thought it seemed like a kind face, such as she had a long time ago seen or dream about. Suddenly it flashed through her mind, Who lit it? somebody lit it. Some good person I know! Oh! how could he get up so high !' and Gerty fell asleep, wondering who lit the star."

The past has many memories,

But none so sweet as mine,

LAMPLIGHTER, CHAP. I.

As I recall the days when first
I saw yon bright star shine;
I deemed it then a lamp to guide
Earth's lone ones by its ray,
And wondered who could light it up,
It seemed so far away-

N. S. VOL. XXXVII.

Now often when at even-tide
In pensive mood I stray,
And call to mind the form of one
Long passed the earth away;
I know there is a home beyond
Yon bright and fadeless star;
And deem that he is watching me
From those bright realms afar
A lamp to light my earthly path
That star still seems to be:

A watchful eye, whose friendly beam
Looks kindly down on me.

Autumn Winds.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street.-A pretty fantastic piece; easy of execution, and suitable to young ladies who may not be very forward in the profession.

Venetian Serenade.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street.—This serenade is by the author of " Will you love me then as now?" and will add fresh novelty to the music folio. We like the style exceedingly.

Do the Angels weep? Duet.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxfordstreet. This beautifully arranged duet only requires to be heard to be at once the theme of admiration, by two good voices, soprano and contralto; most of the points tell well, and some of the passages are exquisite.

Of what is she dreaming ?-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street. -Mr. W. S. Pratten, the composer, has set th very pretty words of this ballad to a strikingly effective composition which we think will gainpopularity.

Now the Twilight Hour.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street.This ballad can hardly fail to be popular, though at first sight one

could imagine it sombre or too sentimental; but this is not the case : the more it is sung, the more it is liked; there is novelty in the music.

Farewell to the Valley.-Duff and Hodgson, 65, Oxford-street.This is one of Lover's best songs; the poetry is delightfully wedded to a composition by Hobbs, and both merit our highest opinion.

The Victories of Old England. National Song.. Written by J. E. Carpenter. The music composed by J. F. Reddie.-Z. T. Purday, 45, High Holborn. If war was a theme as much dwelt upon as in the earlier contests by sea and land, this spirited composition would be echoed from one end of the kingdom to the other. Mr. Carpenter's name is a guarantee for the character of the poetry; and the melody is decidedly one of the most stirring and Dibdin-like adaptations of the sentiment of any of the productions exciting to martial or naval prowess that have come under our notice.

The Wedding Quadrille.-Ewer and Co., 390, Oxford-street.-This quadrille will easily call forth the admiration of every listener; some of the passages indeed are exquisite, with a degree of novelty which will distinguish it from all others.

La Dance des Fées. - Ewer and Co., 390, Oxford-street.-A very spirited and pleasing morceau, which we think from its intrinsic merit cannot fail to become popular.

-"My

My Dream.-Waltz.-Ewer and Co., 390, Oxford-street.Dream" makes an excellent pianoforte piece. We have not been particularly struck with the production in waltzes of late; but we must candidly say that "My Dream Waltz" is one of great merit: many of the passages teem with a brilliancy which amount to novelty and high perfection, blended with the most recherché taste.

Romance.-Ewer and Co., 390, Oxford-street.-A very effective piece, abounding in passages of the most romantic nature, almost sublime.

The Old General Post-Office, or Royal Mail Polka. By John Parry.-Campbell and Ransford.-There is a good deal of sparkling quality in this polka, which considering the dashing subject works well to bring back to memory, in musical sounds, the now-forgotten ceremonies of the royal mails, &c.

Napier.-Campbell and Ransford.-A very well-finished portrait of Sir Charles Napier accompanies this song, which, for distinction's sake, we shall say is written by Charles Jefferys, and as a patriotic morceau is of the first class. The music by C. W. Glover.

Le Fureur Polka.-Jewell and Letchford, 17, Soho-square.-Here we have a very clever composition in the shape of a polka-danceable, spirited, and graceful; three qualifications not always to be met with in the world of musical composition.

Scripture Melodies. (The words from Holy Writ) No. 12. The Lord is my Shepherd. 13. Remember the Sabbath. 14. Lo! the Winter is past. Williams, Cheapside.- We can with safety recommend these three very chaste morceaux before us; the music is com

posed by R. Topliff, which does him infinite credit, and we can anti cipate a sale far and wide for the spirited publisher.

The Anglo-French Alliance Polka.-Williams, 11, Paternoster-row. -This polka will be readily distinguished by the coloured illustration. It is composed in a spirited style, and the subject is adhered to strictly; so that Mr. C. H. R. Marriott, the composer, well merits the high opinion it has received.

The Shadow on the Wall.-Williams, 11, Paternoster-row.-Curious as the title of this song may appear, the words are full of novelty and humour, set to a corresponding composition by Loader.

The Vilikins' Quadrille.-Williams, 11, Paternoster-row.-The style of this set of quadrilles is singularly appropriate to the character of "Vilikins," and are moreover composed in a masterly

manner.

Hurrah for our Tars!-Campbell and Ransford, 53, New Bondstreet.-A very excellent patriotic song, with a capital lithographic full-length portrait of the Prince of Wales. The words are exceedingly smart, and wedded to a composition of much merit.

Hoist high the Flag again.-Published by Z. T. Purday, 45, High Holborn. We extract the poetry of this patriotic song, which is becoming the most popular of the day :

Hoist high the flag again,
The flag that never yields;
Unfurl it o'er the main,

O'er Europe's warrior fields!
For freedom and for right,
Our heroes man the deck;
To punish pride they fight,
And wild ambition check.

Shall despots, madly bold,
Their barbarous hordes array;
And, like the Goth of old,
With ruin pave their way?
Must Europe bend the knee,
Before the Northern Bear;
And nations brave and free

His serf-like livery wear?

NO! vain is all his might,
And impotent his pride,
For Britain leads the fight,
With Gallia by her side.
And they shall drive the foe

Back to his icy lair;

They'll chase him to his realms of snow,

And leave him howling there.