ELEGY.

Sleep-sleep

In thy narrow bed,
Let others weep,

For thy griefs are fled;
Never again,

Ah! poor old man,
Shalt thou know pain

Down thy features wan.

No more shall course the scalding tears,
Springing from misery of years!

No more shall you sit beneath the tree,
To hearken to woodland minstrelsy;
Thou shalt never again thy sad tale tell
To the traveller in the lonely dell:

-Beyond the reach of griefs and fears,
Thy spirit has fled to brighter spheres.

COLUMBUS AT SAN SALVADOR.

WHEN the prow of Columbus first struck the point of San Salvador, and he cast his eyes upon the new world, he was so completely fascinated by the sublimity of the surrounding landscape, that he terms it a second paradise. As regards climate, productions of soil, and grandeur of scenery, he acknowledges himself utterly unable to give even a sketch, and far surpassing the imagination of the wildest and most enthusiastic admirer of nature. Beautiful birds, of rainbow colours, fluttered and sported in the groves, making their cool shady aisles sound to a thousand mingling notes; bright insects, with light transparent wings, were roving from flower to flower, giving a drowsy hum to the already bland and languid air, and the mingling colours that they exhibited playing confusedly together, appeared elegant and grand; the atmosphere was pure and elastic, and bore all the wild sweetness of the surrounding verdue and flowers; the magnificent forests swept away as far as the eye could reach, with their summits weathed in a fresh and brilliant verdure; the bays lay seeping within