Yes, thou art dear to me, Thou ever-flowing sea! Where'er thy waters roll; In every varied mood, Or mild, or gay, or rude, From pole to pole! _Philadelphia, August 28, 1837._ L. E. W. THAPTOPSIS. NOT in the marble tomb-- Lay me not there to rest, With the dim charnel gloom Damply around my breast: Bind me not there to lie, Cold, mouldering lone, Unmoved by the rain, as it falleth nigh, Or the winds of varied tone: No!--lay me under the sod-- 'Neath the green turf, lay me low, Where the sweet spring flowers may nod, In dews which wet my brow. Ay! then I'll mount the flowers, And be worn on fairest breast, And go up in vines which deck the bowers, Where beauty loves to rest: I shall rise, perchance, in the laurel leaf, And be worn in the conqueror's hall; In the grape, I'll be the foe of grief, And the joy of the festival; This is the way which I would rest-- Not in the charnel gloom: Then lay me under the earth's green vest, And I'll seek me out my tomb. G. P. T. EXQUISITES: THE GENUS 'BORE.' BY THE AUTHOR OF 'EDITING AND OTHER MATTERS,' 'JOHN JENKINS,' ETC. 'SOME say there's nothing made in vain, While others the reverse maintain, And prove it very handy, By citing animals like these: Musquitoes, bed-bugs, crickets, fleas, And worse than all--A DANDY!' RAY. RICHARD DRILLING, ESQUIRE, was a lawyer of much ambition, as was manifest from the scrupulous care with which he decorated the outer man. He thought that a shabbily-dressed person was a shabby fellow; and as he wished to be thought any thing rather than shabby, his wardrobe was a miracle of taste. Two rival passions burned on the altar of his bosom, viz: to marry the most beautiful girl in town, and to become a model for gentlemen of well-dressing propensities. This latter desire was on the eve of consummation, at the period under consideration. As he glanced at his proportions in the glass, he was most sincerely of opinion that he was irresistibly handsome. He was nearly six feet high, and slender and symmetrical. His leg was as straight as an arrow, and his waist was the envy of many belles. Light hair, and a small foot, were the alpha and the omega of his personal fascinations. Now fancy this entity, with its chin cocked up on a huge stock, white vest, silk gloves, rattan, a little hat hanging on a lock of hair over the left ear, taking the air, with a genteel step, on the shady side of the street, and you have a very tolerable conception of what Richard Drilling resembled.