AN' where are ye gaun ye wee voyager, Wi' look sae fleyed or blate? An' where are ye gaun ye wee voyager, On sic an unco gate? Ye're sailin' awa in a cauld cauld bark, An' nae a frien' beside ye; Ye're sailin' awa in a frail frail bark, Without ane helm to guide ye. Ye hae nae a mast, ye hae nae a sail, Nae bield frae win' to hide ye; An' the lift cours' down wi' a threatenin' glow'r Sae ill maun sure betide ye. The gloamin is mirk, and the gurley sea Is yaupin to rin ower ye; The big pellocks soom, an' the wild maws wing, As watchin to devour ye. The wraith of the storm shaws her grim grim face, The petrel skreighs aloud; An' the yird looks sick, an' the lift as t'wad fa' For nature's funeral shroud. Then wherefore sail ye in this frail frail bark At sic an uncany hour? Come your ways wi' me (the skipper then cried) Frae gurly ocean's power. An' his coggly punt the gude skipper launched, Upon the roarin' wave; An' stoutly he skulled wi' his stumpy oar The voyager to save. Then, giegly he reached the wee timid puss, An' snatched her frae the flood; An' now the wee maukie that sailed the sea, Rins in the bonny green wood. This would be 'ower Scotch,' perhaps, for an English ear, but that the very _sound_ of the doubtful words is expressive of their meaning. * * * THE '_Reminiscence of Little Burke_' is not to our taste. He was an extraordinary urchin, certainly; but like all _very_ precocious children, he grew to--_nothing_. We have always utterly detested infant theatricals. We know of no more ridiculous a sight than one of these dramatic juveniles 'strutting like a Lilliputian grenadier; trying to knit its brow, and flourish its little falchion at an over-grown victim of its vengeance,' who is bending half way down, to hear more distinctly the penny-trumpet tones in which he is threatened. 'Little BURKE'S' father had no very exalted opinion of his son's genius! 'Oh, no! by no means! oh, certainly not!' * * * WE cannot resist the employment of a line or two, though sadly pressed for space, to commend to citizens and strangers the establishment of the _American Museum_, as conducted by its present indefatigable proprietor. It was our intention to have particularized some of the numerous attractions of this very popular resort; but as these are constantly changing, our intelligence would be likely to prove 'JOHNNY THOMPSON'S news' at the end of the month in which we write. The corps of gentlemen-singers, for example, who adopted the 'Ethiopian' garb, were alone worth a walk of miles to hear. Think of a charming _duet_, in the most perfect time and harmony, on a pair of tongs and an accordion! * * * WE derive from a lady-friend, to whose kindness our readers have heretofore been indebted, the stanzas translated from the German by FITZ GREENE HALLECK, Esq., in preceding pages.