Not with the glittering wampum have I come thy smiles to woo; But I offer a cabin passage down life's river in my canoe; And to beguile the voyage, if thou wilt come aboard, Till sunset fire the waters the fire-water shall be poured. While clad in noiseless moccasons the feet of the years shall fall; And I will cherish thee, my love, till Time shall scalp us all. Though my pipe of peace thy cruelty has shattered, stem and bowl, A thousand thongs from thy dear hide are knotted round my soul. From every murderous tomahawk my dove shall shielded be; And if famine stare us in the face, I'll jerk my heart for thee. So, clad in noiseless moccasons the feet of the years shall fall; And I will cherish thee, my love, till Time shall scalp us all. LITERARY NOTICES. POEMS FROM THE INNER LIFE. By LIZZIE DOTEN. Boston: Wm. White & Co., 'Banner of Light' Office, 158 Washington street, New York: A. J. Davis, 274 Canal street. This book was written from what is called 'the plane of spiritual experience' of which we, being neither clairvoyant, clairaudient, nor clairsentient, know positively nothing.' Miss Doten says: 'I claim both a general and particular inspiration. I know that many sincere and earnest souls will decide, in the integrity of their well-trained intellects, that my claim to an intercourse with the invisible world is an extravagant assumption, and has no foundation in truth. I cannot conscientiously deny that in the mysteries of my inner life I have been acted upon decidedly and directly by disembodied intelligences, and this sometimes by an inspiration characteristic of the individual, or by a psychological influence similar to that whereby mind acts upon mind in the body. Many of the poems were given by direct spirit influence before public audiences. For many of them I could not obtain the authorship, but for such as I could the names are given.'