prefect therefore resolved, not only to enforce this new rule, but to punish the contumely of this unlucky boy by giving him a public chastisement. To this, however, the junior did not feel inclined to submit, and a second prefect laid hold of him, that he might not evade the beating destined for him: a simultaneous movement then took place amongst the juniors, who pinioned the two prefects, released the boy who was being beaten, and gave them to understand that the intended chastisement should not be inflicted. The prefects instantly laid a complaint before the head master, who expelled the boy who had refused to go on hall, and five others, who had appeared most active in preventing the prefect from punishing him. * * * * * WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM. As sweeps the bark before the breeze, While waters coldly close around, Till of her pathway through the seas The track no more is found; Thus passing down Oblivion's tide, The beauteous visions of the mind Fleet as that ocean pageant glide, And leave no trace behind. But the pure page may still impart Some dream of feeling, else untold,-- The silent record of a heart, E'en when that heart is cold. Its lorn memorials here may bloom,-- Perchance to gentle bosoms dear, Like flowers that linger o'er the tomb Bedewed with Beauty's tear. I ask not for the meed of fame. The wreath above my rest to twine,-- Enough for me to leave my name Within this hallow'd shrine; To think that o'er these lines thine eye May wander in some future year, And Memory breathe a passing sigh For him who traced them here. Calm sleeps the sea when storms are o'er, With bosom silent and serene, And but the plank upon the shore Reveals that wrecks have been. So some frail leaf like this may be Left floating on Time's silent tide,-- The sole remaining trace of me,-- To tell I lived and died. _Malcolm's Scenes of War, &c._ * * * * * THE SUICIDE LOVER.