["Ah! you do not know Pat Carey, a younger brother of Lord Falkland's," says the disguised Prince Charles to Dr. Albany Rochecliffe in Sir Walter Scott's _Woodstock_. So completely has the fame of the great Lord Falkland eclipsed that of his brothers, that many are, doubtless, in the same blissful state with good Dr. Rochecliffe, although _two_ editions of the poet's works have been given to the world. In 1771, Mr. John Murray published the poems of Carey, from a collection alleged to be in the hands of a Rev. Pierrepont Cromp, apparently a fictitious name. In 1820, Sir Walter Scott, ignorant, as he confesses himself, at the time of an earlier edition, edited once more the poems, employing an original MS. presented to him by Mr. Murray. In a note in _Woodstock_, Sir Walter sums up the information he had procured concerning the author, which, scanty as it is, is not without interest. "Of Carey," he says, "the second editor, like the first, only knew the name and the spirit of the verses. He has since been enabled to ascertain that the poetic cavalier was a younger brother of the celebrated Henry Lord Carey, who fell at the battle of Newberry, and escaped the researches of Horace Walpole, to whose list of noble authors he would have been an important addition." The first edition of the poems appeared under the following title, _Poems from a Manuscript written in the Time of Oliver Cromwell_, 4to. 1771, 1_s._ 6_d._: Murray. It contains only nine pieces, whereas the present edition contains thirty-seven.--ED.] * * * * * INEDITED LYRIC BY FELICIA HEMANS. A short time since I discovered the following in the handwriting of Mrs. Hemans, and it accompanied an invitation of a more prosaic description to a gentleman of her acquaintance, and a relative of mine, now deceased. I thought it worth preserving, in case any future edition of her works appeared; but the 13th, 14th, and 15th lines are defective, from the seal, or some other accident, having torn them off, and one is missing. And though perhaps it would not be difficult to restore them, yet I have not ventured to do so myself. The last two lines appear to convey a melancholy foreboding of the poet's sad and early fate. Can any one restore the defective parts? WELD TAYLOR. Bayswater. _Water Lilies._