'Tis the lion, gaunt with hunger. Glaring down the darkening glen; But a fiercer Power and stronger Drives him back into his den: For the fiend TORNADO rideth Forth with FEAR, his maniac bride. Who by shipwrecked shores abideth, With the she-wolf by her side. Heard ye not the Demon flapping His exulting wings aloud? And his mate her wild hands clapping From yon scowling thunder-cloud? By the fireflaucht's gleamy flashing The doomed vessel ye may spy, With the billows o'er her dashing-- Hark (Oh God!) that fearful cry! Seven hundred human voices In that shriek came on the blast! Ha! the Tempest-Fiend rejoices-- For all earthly aid is past! White as smoke the surge is showering O'er the cliffs that sea-ward frown, While the greedy gulph, devouring, Like a dragon sucks them down. The Plates are excellent: two or three fancy portraits beam with loveliness; Christ entering Jerusalem, engraved by E.J. Roberts, from Martin, is a sublime scene of "the glorious city of God;" and Corfu and the Bridge of Alva, from drawings by Purser, maintain the promising excellence of his pencil. * * * * * _Printed and published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near Somerset House,) London, sold by G.G. BENNIS, 55, Rue Neuve, St. Augustin, Paris; CHARLES JUGEL, Francfort; and by all Newsmen and Booksellers._