What Shirene was to Greek Ferhaud, -A handmaid,—blest, in thy abode, With the last strain, the page vanished from the chamber. But, ere the moon, that then shone bright in at the young envoy's window, again appeared there in full orb, it lit the nuptial chamber of the English knight and the Persian princess. And, in after days, when many suns and moons had revolved their course, the portraits of Sir Robert Shirley and his beautiful bride, the Lady Zelmaine, were seen, by future travellers, in the very same picture-saloon of the Ali Copi,-side by side with those of the lamented Shirene and her incomparable Ferhaud. STANZAS, Composed during a Tempest. BY BERNARD BARTON. DAZZLING may seem the noontide sky, And lovely to the gazer's eye Splendid the east-at morning bright, To see the dark and lowering cloud To feel, in such a scene and hour, The presence of that viewless power This, to the heart, is more than all Mere beauty can bring o'er it; FRIENDSHIP'S OFFERING. Written in an Annual Publication, presented to a Lady, who had suffered much and long Affliction. REVIEWING time's perennial flight, Such as among the gloomy past Sheffield. J. M. SPAIN. AN INVOCATION. BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD DILLON. OH, that the SPIRIT of my votive song Would pour her sybil oracles along ; Go forth where despots sway, and dastards yield, And rouse a tented Israel to the field! -Oh! for the mystic harp of Kedron's vale, Oh! for a spell-like her's who called the dead, And brought the prophet from his dreamless bed, To wake the spirit of the martyred brave, And break the slumber of Riego's grave! And, in the spirit of a holy wrath, Smite the Goliath of a sceptered Gath! Alas! the lovely land!-where fetters bind It comes-it comes!-like a far trumpet blast, |