These publications will give some idea of the extent, variety, and interest, of the manuscripts in the possession of this society, and of the light which, in all probability, many of them will throw upon the hitherto unsettled points of English, Scottish, and Irish history. FOOTNOTES: [1] MALTE BRUN's Geography, vol. VI., p. 77. [2] MR. DUPONCEAU's Report to the Hist. and Lit. Comm. of the American Phil. Soc., p. 11. [3] Gibbon's Roman Empire, vol. I., p. 387. [4] Researches into the Origin and Affinity of the Principal Languages of Europe, and Asia, p. 142. [5] PROCOPIUS in Bell. Van., lib. I., c. 2. [6] ADELUNG's, Mithridates, vol. I., p. 277. [7] WHEATON'S Hist. of the Northmen, p. 51, _et seq._ ANACREONTIC. I. WILT thou then leave me, ere the hurrying hours Have yet gone by, when sleepless souls should meet? Wilt thou then leave me, when in these still bowers, Time lingers, wrapt in joys so wildly sweet? Oh, break not thus away, with trembling spirit, Nor deem a converse so delightful, wrong; Ah me! the hours of joy we now inherit, Have never yet been known to linger long. II. Haste not away so soon--a while remaining, Some newer bliss, unknown, shall touch the heart; Ah me! thy own unto my bosom straining, If like me thou didst love, we should not part. Thou still wouldst pause, and with a fond affection, Re-clasp the hands, unite the lips that burn, And when in fear thou break'st the sweet connection, Return and linger, linger and return. G. B. SINGLETON. THE AMERICAN WILD ROSE. A recent English writer says: 'The rose is a flower entirely unknown to the new world.' FAIR flower! the opening of whose breast Of fragrance, on the soft south-west, Speaks sweet to me, in mem'ries dear-- All that calls up affection's tear; I love thy heart-leaf'd single cup, Soft blushing with the hue of morn; I kiss each essenced dew-drop up, That trembles on thy thorn: For thou upon my path hast grown Since childhood--womanhood, I own. First on a Pennsylvanian bank, Where fair my native creek flow'd by, The breathings of thine heart I drank, And gazed into thy golden eye.