THE moon is gliding on her clear blue way: I've watched her, as she rose above the clouds which lay Darkly along the horizon; as she threw A glorious halo round them, and then drew, With her still power, away the fogs which night Gathers upon the earth; then touched with light The tree-abounding city, till its stately domes Of Gothic and of Dorian art, and quiet homes, Slept 'neath a sea of beauty. Then, sweet lady, I Was bidden in my heart, remember thee-- How thou hast risen in thy angel purity, And light of heavenly truth, to beam on me, And scatter far the darkness, doubts, and fears, Which rose from out the tomb of my young misspent years. G. P. T. STANZAS. THINE is the hour of joy; The heart untouched by sorrow, And bliss without alloy Is pictured on to-morrow: To-morrow!--it may come To robe thy brow in sadness, Make desolate thy home, And rob thy heart of gladness. But fear thou not the storm, Though it pass in fury o'er thee; The rainbow's smiling form Still bends its arch before thee: It tells thee joy may fade, And winter strip the bower, Hope in the grave be laid, And withered every flower: Yet there's a home on high, Where sorrow enters never, Where pleasure cannot die, And friendship lives for ever. 'Tis where the good are blest With happiness unending A world of heavenly rest, And there thy steps are tending! _November 4, 1826._ J. H. B. ORNAMENTAL GARDENING. 'Unweeded gardens; Things rank and gross in nature Possess them merely.' THERE is nothing more subject to the notice of a traveller in the United States, than the want of ornament about the residences, not only of the poorer but of the richer class of inhabitants. It would certainly seem, that the manners of the New-Englanders, so aptly described by the worthy historian of the three Dutch governors of New-York, had not yet entirely fallen into desuetude. He who has seen the many huge and ungainly, though perhaps less rickety and flimsy, palaces that frequently adorn a wide landscape, cannot think that the age of air-castles has wholly departed: it lacks but the relics of the old family wardrobe, petticoats, hats and breeches, thrust in the windows, to complete the idea, that one is in the land and age alluded to by the same veracious historian I have mentioned. How far an inside view of our modern shingle palaces might betoken a similar want of energy or means in the proprietors, it does not beseem my present purpose to inquire.