'RULE XV. When two _Zazas_, accompanied by their respective cavaliers, meet in the ball-room, they should always stop for a moment, interchange a few dulcet words, tell each other 'how sweetly pretty you look to-night,' and present for a moment a lovely picture of child-like simplicity and utter guilelessness--to the respective cavaliers and observers in general.' HERE the MS. ends abruptly. THE DYING STUDENT. I. LET him look out upon Earth's fair domain, And feast his spirit mid its time-worn hills, Feeling the fresh blood flow through every vein As the new sight his weary bosom thrills: Oh! let him gaze beyond that shoreless sea, Whither his spirit fain would take its flight, To wander in those far-off depths, and be Where the pure sky hath hung her robe of light. II. Oh! let him gaze upon Earth's jewelled sky, And breathe Spring's earliest, sweetest breath again; And once more follow with a ravished eye Faces and forms of loved ones, loved in vain! To catch the inspiring sound of Music's voice, To hear the solemn chant of Ocean's roar; To linger at the threshold of his joys, And feel Earth's sunshine on his head once more. III. Life's solemn lights are dimly burning now, And feeble shadows o'er his vision fall; Still, one brief hour is his, and in its flow Moments are years, and in those years his all! Rouse him from death, without one brief delay, And call his spirit back from Time's dark tide; He lingers yet, as on the verge of day, And Hope and Heaven his heart's pure home divide. IV. His spirit freshens at the glorious sight, And far away his eager eyes are turning, To those bright paths in yonder sky of light, Where Heaven's imperial stars are brightly burning. Back flows the life-blood to his swelling heart, And thence again with impulse free and strong; Old memories gather round him and depart, Phalanx to phalanx joined, and throng to throng! V. Dim grow the visions that o'erreach his brain, And shadowy forms seem floating in his eye; Tears fall around him, as the soul's bright rain, Poured from the heart for one too young to die. Stars are now hovering o'er the brink of day, And sun-light lingers on each tower and hill; But prayer hath passed from silent lips away, The heart hath shed its sorrow--and is still! _New-York, August, 1843._ EDMOND BREWSTER GREEN. LITERARY NOTICES. DONNA FLORIDA: A TALE. By the Author of 'Atlantis,' 'Southern Passages and Pictures,' etc. Charleston: BURGESS AND JAMES.