A mighty train Comes sweeping onward from its spectral clime, August and king-like! Lo! from out the Main One rears aloft a port and brows sublime, Yet faded much with tearful wo and time; And one with lightnings quivering in his hand, And eye that speaks the thunder of command, Walks steadfastly, and, seeming as in ire, He lists attentively a harper, who, Bending above the bright chords of a lyre, Tells how neglect from certain era grew In mortal breasts t’wards the Olympian Sire. I hail ye Gods! Your reign, though haply brief, Showed that poor man at least had _some_ belief. * * * * * RUSSIAN REVENGE. TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH. BY ESTHER WETHERALD. A tragical occurrence, which, from its singular and romantic circumstances, would lead one to believe that the men of northern Russia are as susceptible of the tender passion, and as revengeful when disappointed, as those of more southern climes, recently caused a great sensation at Novogorod. Instead of giving a cold recital of facts, we will place before the reader the depositions of those concerned; thus making him acquainted with the details of the crime, and also with the judicial forms of that country in criminal cases. There, all is decided from the depositions without pleading. These we are about to lay before you are remarkable for their simplicity and precision, having been taken by a man of uncommon ability, Mr. Polechko, Captain Isprawnik of the District, Oustiaje. He is an old officer of dragoons, but having lost a limb in the battle of Smolensk, he entered into the civil service, and has since acquired a handsome fortune. Report addressed to M. Polechko, Captain Isprawnik, of the District of Oustiaje, by Mikita Muranow, Mayor of the village of Trehmiria.