landscape scenes--but, it must be added, with only a far-off approach, to the strength of that great master. That, had his life been prolonged, he would have risen to very high distinction, cannot be doubted. It was his generous dream, we are told, to acquire a competency by painting commissions, and then dedicate his time and pencil to historical compositions,--a dream which many artists have dreamed; but his works have little of the epic in them. Nature gave him good advice, when she directed his steps to the surf-beat shore, and bade him paint the swelling tide, the busy boats, fishermen drying their nets, and the sea-eagle looking from the rock upon his wide and, to him, fruitful dominion." * * * * * MISS KEMBLE'S TRAGEDY. FRANCIS I. I passed him with his train, The gathering crowd thronging and clamouring Around him, stunning him with benedictions, And stifling him with love and fumes of garlic; He, with the air he knows so well to don, With cap in hand, and his thick chestnut hair Fann'd from his forehead, bowing to his saddle, Smiling and nodding, cursing at them too For hindering his progress--while his eye, His eagle eye, well versed in such discernment, Roved through the crowd; and ever lighted where Some pretty ancle, clad in woollen hose, Peeped from beneath a short round petticoat, Or where some wealthy burgher's buxom dame, Decked out in all her high-day splendour, stood Showing her gossips the gold chain, which lay Cradled upon a bosom, whiter far Than the pure lawn that kerchieft it. A BEAUTY. Had a limner's hand Traced such a heavenly brow, and such a lip, I would have sworn the knave had dreamt it all In some fair vision of some fairer world. See how she stands, all shrined in loveliness; Her white hands clasped; her clustering locks thrown back From her high forehead; and in those bright eyes Tears! radiant emanations! drops of light! That fall from those surpassing orbs as though The starry eyes of heaven wept silver dew. A BETROTHED LOVER'S FAREWELL.