Calaynos. A Tragedy. By George H. Boker, 238 Literary Sketches and Letters, 238 Vanity Fair. By W. M. Thackerway, 297 Life, Letters and Literary Remains of Keats, 297 Principles of Political Economy. By John Stuart Mill, 367 MUSIC. The Last of the Bourbons. A French Patriotic Song. Written by Alexandre Pantoleon. Music by J. C. N. G. 54 "Think Not that I Love Thee." A Ballad. Music by J. L. Milner, 116 "'Tis Home where the Heart is." Words by Miss L. M. Brown. Music by Karl W. Petersilie, 176 The Ocean-Buried. Composed by Miss Agnes H. Jones, 236 Voices from the Spirit-Land. Words by John S. Adams. Music by Valentine Dister, 362 ENGRAVINGS. Ornithologoi, engraved by W. E. Tucker. Lamartine, engraved by Sartain. Paris Fashions, from Le Follet. The Departure, engraved by Ellis. The Portrait of Mrs. Brooks, engraved by Parker. The Sisters, engraved by Thompson. Angila Mervale, engraved by J. Addison. The Lost Pet, engraved by Ellis. Paris Fashions, from Le Follet. A Pic-Nic in Olden Time, engraved by Tucker. The Unmarried Belle, engraved by A. B. Ross. Paris Fashions, from Le Follet. Edith Maurice, engraved by J. Addison. Supplication, engraved by Ellis. Mildred Ward, engraved by A. B. Ross. Overboard in the Gulf, engraved by J. D. Gross. Portrait of J. B. Taylor, engraved by G. Jackman. Paris Fashions, from Le Follet. [Illustration: ORNITHOLOGOI "Thou, sitting on the hill-top bare, Dost see the far hills disappear In autumn smoke, and all the air Filled with bright leaves. Below thee spread Are yellow harvests rich in bread For winter use."] GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE. VOL. XXXIII. PHILADELPHIA, JULY, 1848. NO. 1. ORNITHOLOGOI.[1] BY J. M. LEGARE. [WITH AN ENGRAVING.] Thou, sitting on the hill-top bare, Dost see the far hills disappear In Autumn smoke, and all the air Filled with bright leaves. Below thee spread Are yellow harvests, rich in bread For winter use; while over-head The jays to one another call, And through the stilly woods there fall, Ripe nuts at intervals, where'er The squirrel, perched in upper air, From tree-top barks at thee his fear; His cunning eyes, mistrustingly, Do spy at thee around the tree; Then, prompted by a sudden whim, Down leaping on the quivering limb, Gains the smooth hickory, from whence He nimbly scours along the fence To secret haunts.