29. And so I won my Genevieve, 30. And walked in Paradise; 31. The fairest thing that ever grew 32. Atween me and the skies!

1. Powell; 2. Hood; 3. Wordsworth; 4. Eastman; 5. Coleridge; 6.

Longfellow; 7. Stoddard; 8. Tennyson; 9. Tennyson; 10. Alice Cary; 11.

Coleridge; 12. Alice Cary; 13. Campbell; 14. Bayard Taylor; 15.

Osgood; 16. T. S. Perry; 17. Hood; 18. Hoyt; 19. Edwards; 20.

Cornwall; 21. Patmore; 22. Bayard Taylor; 23. Tennyson; 24. Read; 25.

Browning; 26. Smith; 27. Coleridge; 28. Wordsworth; 29. Coleridge; 30.

Hervey; 31. Wordsworth; 32. Osgood.

The next appeared a short time ago in one of the Edinburgh newspapers, signed R. Fleming, and is a mosaic compilation from poems written to the memory of Robert Burns:

1. Immortal bard, immortal Burns!

2. Whose lines are mottoes of the heart; 3. Affection loves and memory learns 4. Thy songs "untaught by rules of art."

5. For dear as life--as heaven--will be, 6. As years on years successive roll; 7. Fair types of thy rich harmony 8. Who wrote to humanise the soul.

9. His lyre was sweet, majestic, grand, 10. The pride and honour of the North; 11. His song was of bold freedom's land, 12. Brave Scotland, freedom's throne on earth.

13. Oft by the winding banks of Ayr; 14. With sinewy arm he turned the soil; 15. He painted Scotland's daughters fair, 16. Through twilight shades of good and ill.

17. His native wild enchanting strains, 18. Like dear memories round the hearth, 19. Immortalise the poet's name, 20. And few have won a greener wreath.

21. From John O'Groat's to 'cross the Tweed 22. What heart hath ever matched his flame?

23. Though rough and dark the path he trod, 24. Long shall old Scotland keep his name.

25. Great master of our Doric rhyme, 26. Though here thy course was but a span; 27. The pealing rapturous notes sublime 28. Binds man with fellow-man.

29. Peace to the dead--in Scotia's choir-- 30. Yes, future bards shall pour the lay, 31. Warmed with a "spark of nature's fire,"

32. While years insidious steal away.

1. Bennoch; 2. Campbell; 3. Imlach; 4. Gray; 5. Glen; 6. Paul; 7.

M'Laggan; 8. Tannahill; 9. Glen; 10. Allan; 11. Gilfillan; 12. Park; 13. Wallace; 14. Roscoe; 15. Vedder; 16. Wordsworth; 17. Reid; 18.

Glass; 19. Paul; 20. Halleck; 21. Macindoe; 22. Ainslie; 23. Halleck; 24. Kelly; 25. Gray; 26. Mercer; 27. Vedder; 28. Imlach; 29.

Montgomery; 30. Gray; 31. Rushton; 32. Gilfillan.

The three following verses are very good:

1. When first I met thee, warm and young, 2. My heart I gave thee with my hand; 3. My name was then a magic spell, 4. Casting a dim religious light.

5. But now, as we plod on our way, 6. My heart no more with rapture swells; 7. I would not, if I could, be gay, 8. When earth is filled with cold farewells!

9. The heath this night must be my bed, 10. Ye vales, ye streams, ye groves, adieu?

11. Farewell for aye, e'en love is dead, 12. Would I could add, remembrance too!

1. Moore; 2. Morris; 3. Norton; 4. Milton; 5. Percival; 6. M'Naughton; 7. Rogers; 8. Patmore; 9. Scott; 10. Pope; 11. Procter; 12. Byron.

The following is copied from "Fireside Amusements," published by the Messrs. Chambers, every line being taken from a different poet:

"On Linden when the sun was low, A frog he would a-wooing go; He sighed a sigh, and breathed a prayer, None but the brave deserve the fair.

A gentle knight was pricking o'er the plain, Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow; Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain, Or who would suffer being here below.

The younger of the sister arts Was born on the open sea; The rest were slain at Chevy Chase, Under the greenwood tree.

At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wings, And says--remembrance saddening o'er each brow-- Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things!

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow!

It was a friar of orders gray, Still harping on my daughter: Sister spirit, come away, Across this stormy water.

On the light fantastic toe, Othello's occupation's gone; Maid of Athens, ere I go, Were the last words of Marmion.

There was a sound of revelry by night In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago; And comely virgins came with garlands dight To censure Fate, and pious Hope forgo.

Oh! the young Lochinvar came out of the west, An underbred fine-spoken fellow was he; A back dropping in, an expansion of chest, Far more than I once could foresee."

_ECHO VERSES._

A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN.

(IN THE DORIC MANNER.)

_Shepherd._ Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply, And quaintly answer questions: shall I try?

_Echo._ Try.

_Shep._ What must we do our passion to express?

_Echo._ Press.

_Shep._ How shall I please her, who ne'er loved before?

_Echo._ Before.

_Shep._ What most moves women when we them address?

_Echo._ A dress.

_Shep._ Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore?

_Echo._ A door.

_Shep._ If music softens rocks, love tunes my lyre.

_Echo._ Liar.

_Shep._ Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her?

_Echo._ Buy her.

_Shep._ When bought, no question I shall be her dear?

_Echo._ Her dear.

_Shep._ But deer have horns: how must I keep her under?

_Echo._ Keep her under.

_Shep._ But what can glad me when she's laid on bier?

_Echo._ Beer.

_Shep._ What must I do when women will be kind?

_Echo._ Be kind.

_Shep._ What must I do when women will be cross?

_Echo._ Be cross.