...lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher's! in the day My MARY from my soul was torn.— O Mary ! dear departed Shade! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met To...

...sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care; , Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade!...

...with truth, honour, constancy and love. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heavenly rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Jesus Christ, thou amiablest of characters Î I trust thou art no impostor, and that thy revelation...

...streams their channels deeper wear. 8 " My Mary, dear, departed shade, Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid, Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? (To be continued.) • THIRD SECTION. AMERICAN LITERATURE REVIEWED. IN accordance with our promise,...

...o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the* impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...

...spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed die speed of winged day. -* Still o'er diese scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; • Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their chanriek deeper wear. * My Mary, dear departed shade...

...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of...blissful rest ?— See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? That sacred hour can I forget !— Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we...

...sang love on every spray, 'Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade!...

...sang love on every spray, 'Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade!...

...with truth, honour, eonstaney, and love. My Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy plaee of heavenly rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his hreast ? Jesut Christ, thou amiahlest of eharaeters II trust thou art no impostor, and that thy revelation...