"From the same fountain of ethereal purity, deduced through this genuine principle of amiability, is derived that love of country which makes his Alps and Avalanches dear to the Swiss, and suggested that beautiful image to the Mantuan muse, of the Grecian soldier remembering in the last struggles of death his pleasant Argos. It is this which makes us revert, with ever verdant freshness, to our homes and native places, and binds us to the land of our birth with adamantine links. From the burning desarts of sunny Africa--from the wild tornados of the gusty West--from the mountains of ice piled by a thousand ages, like impassable barriers round each frozen pole--from the fertile plains and trackless forests of Australia, frequently rises, like a breeze of sweetest incense, the fond remembrance of our _native land_; which, even in bosoms scathed by storm and pilgrimage, causes to spring up, like a sudden fountain in a barren waste, the gushing images of the scenes of home, and all their prime deliciousness." There are seventy-five pieces in prose and verse, narrative and descriptive.--The price and pretensions would not allow costly engravings; and, with the exception of a beautiful architectural frontispiece, by Mr. Britton, F.S.A. the embellishments are but meagre. This plate is accompanied by a brief paper on Christian Architecture, at the close of which Mr. Britton says, "The frontispiece has been composed from the architectural members of the west front of _York Minster_; and it shows that the monastic artist who designed that magnificent facade, gave to it a decided, unequivocal Christian character." * * * * * THE BIJOU Is very properly entitled "An Annual of Literature and _the Arts_," since considerably more attention seems to have been paid to the Illustrations than to their accompaniments. Few of the prose or verse pieces present much novelty of matter or manner; but the following will, perhaps, be esteemed a curiosity:-- PORTRAIT OF UGO FOSCOLO. (_From the Italian_,) _by Himself_. A furrow'd brow, intent and deep sunk eyes, Fair hair, lean cheeks, are mine, and aspect bold; The proud quick lip, where seldom smiles arise, Bent head and fine form'd neck, breast rough and cold, Limbs well compos'd; simple in dress, yet choice: Swift or to move, act, think, or thoughts unfold; Temperate, firm, kind, unus'd to flattering lies, Adverse to th' world, adverse to me of old. Oftimes alone and mournful. Evermore Most pensive--all unmov'd by hope or fear: By shame made timid, and by anger brave-- My subtle reason speaks; but, ah! I rave, 'Twixt vice and virtue, hardly know to steer Death may for me have FAME and rest in store.