POETRY. ee 0 i ‘The following beautiful lines, from a Lon- don paper, would not disgrace the pen o the modern Anacrecny and much resem- Lic the chaster effusions of his exquisite, tho’ sometimes erving muse. 9h! had we some bright little 1sle of our own | a blue summer ocean, far off and alone ; here a leat never dies in the still bloom- ing bowers, ? »2d the bee banquets on year of flowers ; * here the sun loves to pause with so fond a delay, “at the night only draws a thin veil oer the day; ; Wiers simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that lile elsewhere can give ; There with souls ever ardent and pure as the clime: The glow of the sunshine, the balm of the ar, Would steal to our hearts and make all summer there. With affection as free fiom decline as the bowers, And with hope like the bee, al yays living on flowers; Our life shouid resemble a long day of light, Aad our death come on slowly aud calm as the night. thro’ a whole L ors A (0 + v GEN ROSS—SIR PE- TER PARKER: LONDON OcTOBER 29. A me.ancholy coinci- dence of fate appears to have attended the Ladies of thelate General Ross and Capt. Sir P. Parker. Both accompanied their hus- bands as far as Bordeaux, on their way to America; they were the only English ladies in that city, while their husbands remained there; they left it in the same way* and neaily atthe fm. ment; and each has left three children to mourn their untimely fall. No officers ever fell more gen- «erally regretted or beloved. Gen. Ross was the idol of his little army; and Sir P. Parker was equally so that of his ship’s crew, who mu- tinied, when an order was “sent to deliver up his body, for the purpose of having it conveyed to Bermuda, de- claring it should not leave the ship, where ithad been embalmed, n the hopes of THE subscriber will attend to the busi- ness of a Land Agent in the borough of Har- Those wishing to procure patents or copies from any of the public offices will find their business executed with being the bearer of it them- selves to England, and who only suffered itto be remov- ed fron: the Menelaus, on admiral Cockburn’s going on board, and * assuring them that he would carry it in hisown ship to Bermuda, and give to their beloved commandei a funeral wor- thy of the distinguished magaer 1 whicn he fell. chi FORCE OF HABIT. Chirac, the celebrated French physician, was at the last extremity of the ill- ness of which he died. After some days delirium, his senses half returned. On a sudden, feeling his pulse, he exclaimed, ‘I have been called too late! has the patient been blooded ?’--- No was the reply.