though merely what might be called school-books in geography and grammar, and found that the maps were excellent and expensive. On the window lay a beautifully bound volume or two of Shakespeare, Thomson's Seasons, marked and underlined at the description of Lavinia, Cowper's Poems, and two or three others; in all of which was written, "Ellen Powis, the gift of her friend Constantine." And in two or three were short passages in Italian and French, written in a small hand with a pencil, expressive of admiration and regard, and evidently applied to Ellen. From one of them dropt the following STANZAS TO THE MOON. Oh, thou bright moon! whose beams, however fair, So lately my sad eyes unheeding saw; Whose soothing light from its unceasing care, My heavy soul so vainly strove to draw; I bid thee witness now, that pale despair, Her comfortless dominion o'er my mind, Reluctant yields, and hope begins to share, The empire of my soul, with visions kind! With soften'd feelings on thy beams I gaze, And their mild influence stealing on my heart, Enchanting visions in my bosom raise, Sweet friendship comes her blessings to impart: In Ellen's form she comes! Oh, fairest form! Oh, sweetest voice, that from the grief-worn soul E'er stole its cares, e'er bade the beating storm Of sorrow cease, and could each woe controul! Several erasures and interlineations proved this to be an original, and probably an unfinished performance.