"Ah me! thro' the black clouds, one star shines in heaven, And flings o'er the darkness its fast waning light, 'Tis to me an omen so tenderly given, Foretelling that soon I will sink in my night: The coronach slowly again is far pealing! The grey ghosts of kinsmen I fondly can trace! Around me they gather! and silent are kneeling, To gaze in deep sorrow on all of their race! Slowly, slowly, sadly viewing With their weird mysterious scan, Desolation's gloomy ruin! All of kindred! all of clan! Ah! my heart, my heart is fainting, Strangely shaking are my limbs, Heav'nward see! their fingers pointing, And my vision trembling swims. Slowly, slowly, all-pervading, O'er me steals their chilly breath, See! the single star is fading, Ling'ring in the joy of death, Darkness swiftly o'er me gathers, Softly fade these visions wan, Welcome give, ye spirit fathers, I'm the Last of all the Clan!" WM. ALLAN. SUNDERLAND. _LITERATURE._ _BARON BRUNO OR THE UNBELIEVING PHILOSOPHER, AND OTHER FAIRY STORIES._ _By_ LOUISA MORGAN. Macmillan & Co. WE do not care for Fairy Tales, as a rule, but we have read this book with genuine pleasure. It is written in a pleasant, easy style, and though it has the full complement of witchcraft, enchanted princesses, and, sudden transformations, it deals more with human sympathies and affections than is usual, in this class of literature. There are five different stories, of which the scene of two is laid in Germany, one in Denmark, one in Wales, and the other in the Highlands of Scotland. Baron Bruno, or the Unbelieving Philosopher, is the story of the Prime Minister at the Grand Ducal Court of Rumple Stiltzein. The Baron is not only a clever Statesman, but a Philosopher and Astronomer; albeit, a sceptic in religious matters. He is so wrapt up in his abstruse studies that he ignores the pleasures of domestic life, and lives a solitary man without wife or children. At last he begins to feel the loneliness of his home life, and overcome in spite of himself, he cries aloud--"To you distant stars! I nightly offer the homage of a constant worshipper; would that you in return could give me to know the spell of love, and teach me what it is that inspires the painter, the poet, and the lover." This impassioned address is immediately answered by the appearance of a beautiful maiden, who informs him that she is sent to teach him the spell of love, and to try to lead him through the influence of human affections to believe in the immortality of the soul. She becomes his wife, but exacts a promise from him, that once every month she is to spend the evening hours in undisturbed solitude, as her life depends on