[1] We have no doubt, that in presenting this inimitable sketch of the lamented SANDS, we are conferring an _original_ favor upon a large majority of our readers; while the few to whom it will not be wholly new, will thank us for reviving it in their recollection. It was first published in 'The Talisman,' a New-York annual for the year 1829, at which time this costly species of 'butterfly literature' had attained but very limited circulation. When we remember that it was while writing an article for the KNICKERBOCKER, to which he was to have been a regular contributor, that the right hand of our departed friend suddenly forgot its cunning, and his well-stored mind its rich and varied resources, something of selfish sorrow mingles with our regret, that he was so early called away. EDS. KNICKERBOCKER. ROSALIE. I SEEK thy pleasant bower, My gentle Rosalie, To win its richest flower, And find that flower in thee. No more, though spring advances, I seek her shining train; I only meet thy glances, And my heart is young again. Thou art the morn, fair creature, That wakes the birds and roses, Thine, is the living feature Where light and joy reposes. All day, young joy pursuing, I've found, when caught, that she Was the maid I had been wooing, The wild, young Rosalie. When first the morning's lustre Lights up the fleecy plain, When first the shy stars cluster, When the moon begins to wane; Then do I seek thy bower, With a spirit fond and free, To win its richest flower, And find that flower in thee. G. B. SINGLETON. STANZAS. 'To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.' CAMPBELL. I. I GO, my friend, thank heaven! at last I go, Beyond yon clouds that sail, yon stars that glow, And every thing that liveth here below Is dead to me! The stream on whose green bank I've often read, The mountain-sward that felt my twilight tread, The flowers around, the leaves above me spread-- All--all but thee! II. Yet, idol of my spirit! from thy heart And memory, I shall not all depart, And thou wilt then remain what now thou art; And friendship's spell Will with our pleasures people each lov'd scene, The cascade's fount, the glade's romantic green, The woodland with the sunset's gold between, And classic dell. III.