Next is the Omen, by Mr. Galt, a powerful sketch. Affixed to St. Feinah's Tree, a Legend of Loch Neagh, we notice the signature of an esteemed correspondent, (M.L.B.) whose taste and ingenuity entitle her to high rank among the contributors to the present work. Kemp, the Bandit, by Delta, is an interesting tale; Life and Shade, a Portuguese Sketch, by Mrs. M. Baillie, is in her best narrative style; and Seeking the Houdy, by the Ettrick Shepherd, is in his happiest familiar vein. The curiosity of the volume, and indeed, the only poetical contribution we have room to notice, is the following lines of Lord Byron, written in his boyhood, to "Mary," (Mrs. Musters,) about a year before her marriage:-- Adieu to sweet Mary for ever; From her I must quickly depart; Though the Fates us from each other sever, Still her image will dwell in my heart. The flame that within my heart burns, Is unlike what in lovers hearts glows; The love which for Mary I feel, Is far purer than Cupid bestows. I wish not your peace to disturb, I wish not your joys to molest, Mistake not my passion for Love, 'Tis your friendship alone I request. Not ten thousand lovers could feel The friendship my bosom contains; It will ever within my heart dwell, While the warm blood flows through my veins. May the ruler of heaven look down, And my Mary from evil defend; Mny she ne'er know adversity's frown, May her happiness ne'er have an end. Once more, my sweet Mary, adieu; Farewell; I with anguish repeat, For ever I'll think upon you, While this heart in my bosom shall beat. The Editor has subjoined a note, explaining his reason for printing these "schoolboy rhymes," which, of course, is not for their literary merit; still, in comparison with many of Lord Byron's after productions, what the present want of head, others lack of heart, and this is a home truth which his warmest admirers must acknowledge. The Illustrations are varied and interesting. One of them--the Death of the Dove, engraved by W. Finden, from a picture by T. Stewardson, is remarkably expressive. The Ghaut, by E. Finden, after W. Daniell, is an exquisite Oriental scene. The Frontispiece, Wilkie's Spanish Princess, is finely engraved by R. Greaves; and Mr. H. Le Keux has done ample justice to the Plâce de Jeanne d'Arc, Rouen, from a picturesque drawing, by S. Prout: the lights and shadows being very effectively managed. But we must be chary of our room, as we have other claimants at hand. * * * * * THE JUVENILE FORGET-ME-NOT.