Husband and child--the loving and beloved-- Won, from the vast of thought, a mortal part, The empassioned wife and mother, yielding, proved Mind has, itself, a master--in the heart. In distant lands enhaloed by old fame Thou found'st the only chain the spirit knew, But, captive, led'st thy captors from the shame Of ancient freedom, to the pride of new. And loved hearts clung around thee on the deck, Welling with sunny hopes 'neath sunny skies; The wide horizon round thee had no speck; E'en Doubt herself could see no cloud arise. The loved ones clung around thee, when the sail, O'er wide Atlantic billows, onward bore Thy freight of joys, and the expanding gale Pressed the glad bark toward thy native shore. The loved ones clung around thee still, when all Was darkness, tempest, terror, and dismay-- More closely clung around thee, when the pall Of fate was falling o'er the mortal clay. With them to live--with them, with them to die-- Sublime of human love intense and fine! Was thy last prayer unto the Deity, And it was granted thee by love divine. In the same billow--in the same dark grave-- Mother, and child, and husband find their rest. The dream is ended; and the solemn wave Gives back the gifted to her country's breast. * * * * * An Illustration of the high prices paid to fortunate artists in these times may be found in the fact that Alboni, the famous contralto singer, has been engaged to sing at Madrid, at the enormous rate of $400 dollars per day, while Roger, the tenor, who used to sing at the Comic Opera at Paris, and who was transplanted to the Grand Opera to assist in the production of Meyerbeer's "Prophet," has been engaged to sing with her at the more moderate salary of $8000 a month. This is almost equal to the extravagant sum guaranteed to Jenny Lind for performing in this country. It would be a curious inquiry why singers and dancers are always paid so much more exorbitantly than painters, sculptors or musical composers, especially as the pleasure they confer is of a merely evanescent character, while the works of the latter remain a perpetual source of delight and refinement to all generations. * * * * * FRASER'S MAGAZINE UPON THE POETS AND POETRY OF AMERICA. The last number of _Fraser's Magazine_ has a long article upon THE POETS AND POETRY OF AMERICA, in which the subject is treated with more than the customary civility of English criticism upon this subject. We are half inclined, indeed, to believe the article was written "above Bleecker," or by an inhabitant of that quarter now in London. Omitting the illustrative extracts, we copy the greater portion of the review, in which most of those who are admitted to be poets are characterized. "When Halleck said of New York-- Our fourteen wards Contain some seven-and-thirty-bards,