G R A H A M ’ S M A G A Z I N E . BY R. J. DE CORDOVA. [Illustration] Come Love with me, the moonlit sea Invites our barque to wander o’er Its glassy face where e’en a trace Of angry [Illustration] wave is seen no more. Let Love repeat in accents sweet, The joys which only Love can tell And Passion’s strain sing o’er again, In those fond tones I love so well. SECOND VERSE. Put fear away, and in the lay Of love be all but love forgot; Renounce the care of worldly glare. Oh heed its glittering falseness not, But come with me, with spirit free, United, never more to part, We’ll seize the time of youth’s gay prime. The summer of the heart. THIRD VERSE. Then dearest rise, and let thine eyes, Where shine Love’s softest mightiest spells. Reveal the bright refulgent light Which in their lustrous beauty dwells. Let blissful song our joy prolong While gliding o’er the sparkling wave, And be the theme affection’s dream Which ends but in the grave. * * * * * REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. _In Memoriam. Boston: Ticknor, Reed & Fields. 1 vol. 16mo._