PORTRAIT AND LANDSCAPE PAINTING CONTRASTED. BY HORACE SMITH, ESQ. THE portrait painter, doomed to trace Ugly and base together rush, And seldom can the head or heart That deals in such ingredients. But, Nature! he whose pencil loves Soothed, gratified, exalted. With every change that hails his sight, His inexhaustible delight And reverence are greater; A A CONSTANCY. BY C. REDDING, ESQ. I SAW her in her looks of light And beauty's calmness, like the sky When the rich summer eve is bright, Glorious in its tranquillity. She to a sylvan fountain came, For neither spoke but with the eyes Can tongue Love's language speak so well? Sweet looks and tale-betraying sighs Linked our young hearts in mystic spell. Our spirits wedded from that hour, She placed a token in my hand, Το prove her vow she'd never break, That her free spirit she'd command, Though fraud might blind or force might take. And thus we parted! - Years swept on, Wide oceans rolled their waves between, In heart each loving each alone Through every change of time and scene. They led her forth in bride's array, The sacrifice to power and gold. Her heart they led not -that was true, She told them, to another's love, Fixed, till the source of being flew To spirit-isles of bliss above. This bride of body without soul; Nor long the time that passed away, Ere she had quitted earth's controul. And I returned from far employ, And found how true her heart had been, Then sought her tomb-oh! tombs have joy For mourners over those within! And there was graven on her urn To mourn o'er buried constancy! MEMORY. BY J. FAIRBAIRN, ESQ. THE Muse in solitude was nurst, Of memory back to childhood's prime, Tears, smiles, regrets — whate'er the wing The Past no more a dreary waste Which the sad spirit feared to roam Now charmed the wanderer from her haste To seek with hope a distant home. She now beheld in Fancy's light, Bowers, skies, more beautiful and bright No fears disturb, no sorrows wait SONNET. WITH marvellous natures we familiar grow |