[6] We believe that measures are in progress for re-establishing the commercial importance of Sandwich, by the restoration of the once celebrated haven. The town, we may add, is noble in its decay; for, among the jurats and burgesses are several worthy and opulent retired merchants, who would doubtless rejoice in the revival of Sandwich, for the welfare of their more aspiring townsmen,--_Ed. M._ * * * * * DRYBURGH ABBEY. [The clever stanzas transferred from a late number of the _Literary Gazette_ to No. 572 of _the Mirror_, are from the spirited pen of Mr. Charles Swain: they are the most poetical and appropriate of the tributes yet inscribed to the memory of Sir Walter Scott, although this is but mean praise compared with their merit. In the _Gazette_ of Saturday last, the following additions are suggested by two different correspondents, "though," as the editor observes, "they are offered with great modesty by their authors."] And after these, with hand in hand, the Sisters Troil appear; Poor "Mina's" cheek was deadly pale, in "Brenda's" eye a tear; And "Norna," in a sable vest, sang wild a funeral cry, And waved aloft a bough of yew, in solemn mystery. "George Heriot" crap'd, and "Jenkin Vin" with prentice-cap in hand-- Ev'en "Lady Palla" left her shrine to join that funeral band; But hood and veil conceal'd her form--yet, hark! in whisper's tone She breathes a Christian's holy prayer for the mighty spirit flown. A wail!--a hollow, churchyard wail!--a wild weird-sister's cry!-- Ah! "Annie Winnie," thou too here?--and "Alice?"--vanish--fly! "Not so," they shrieked, "we'll see the corse--the bonny corse; 'twas meet-- And pity 'twas we were not there to bind his winding sheet." Old "Owen" passed with tottering step, and lost and wandering looks; "He's balanced his account," he cried, "and closed his earthly books;" Bold "Loxley," with his bow unbent--unhelm'd "Le Belafré," Together pass'd--the archer wiped one silent tear away. Stern "Bridgenorth," with his daughter's arm hung on his own, stalk'd by; The blushing "Alice" veils her face from "Julian Peveril's" eye: "Alack-a-day," 'Daft Davie' cries--"come, follow, follow me, We'll strew his grave with cowslip buds and blooming rosemary." In distance from the mournful throng, like stars of other spheres, The lovely "Mary Stuart" pays the homage of her tears, With "Cath'rine Seymore" at the shrine of Scotia's dearest name, And with her bends the "Douglas'" knees, with bold young "Roland Graeme." But hark! what fairy melody comes wafted on the gale-- Oh! 'tis "Fenella's" sighing lute, in notes of woe and wail: "Claud Halero" catches at the strain, and mourns the minstrel gone, "His spirit rest in peace where sleeps the shade of glorious John!"