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ADIEU!

For the Liverpool Standard

Oh ! what language of mortal can ever express
The depth of the hallow'd feeling,
That is waked in the bosom when warm lips press

And the tears of love are stealing

From the fountain of sorrow adown on the cheek ;

When those who are faithful and true,
In low accents of grief, with a throbbing pulse, speak

A solemn and mournful adieu

In the hand of the skilful the pencil may trace
The features of sorrow and woe;

It may shew forth the symptoms of grief in the face,
But not in its chambers below :
All the power of surpassingly exquisite art
No shadowy outline e'er drew
Of the anguish within—of the burstings of heart—
That are felt when we bid an adieu.

Oh ! the deep gushing feelings of those whom the chain
Of affection has closely tied,
As they look on the image that never again
With joy shall be viewed by their side ;
That shall live, alas ! only in faint, feeble beams
Of lonesome and sad memory,—
Be recalled and be present save only in dreams
Of pleasures fo'r ever gone by.

An affectionate heart can so seldom be found
In a treacherous world like this,
'Tis a pity, when feelings of friendship abound,
That aught should enhinder their bliss ;
That e'er they whose fond bosoms in unison glow
Should by far distance parted be—
That between them the measureless waters should flow
Of the blue,jieep, fathomless sea.

'Tis a pity that even the sickle of death
Should he able their hearts to sever ;
'Tis a pity they should not enjoy love's sweet breath,
Still undivided, for ever.
But delightful it is—oh'. 'tis cheering for love—
That when years fast-fleeting and few
Shall have passed o'er'the head, in a bright world above
No more shall be heard an adieu.
March 31. M. A.

THOUGHTS

They come when the sunlight
Is bright cn the mountain ;
They come when the moonshine
Is white on the fountain;
At morn and at even,

By minutes and hours,

But not as they once were,
Of birds and of flowers.

They come when some token
Of past days will rise,
As a link to the present,
And then they bring sighs;
They come when some dreaming
Through hopes and through fears,
Rushes on to the future,
And then they bring tears.

They come when the sea-mist

O'er ocean is rife,
And they tell of the shadow
That hangs over life ;
They come when the storm,
In thunder and gloom,
Spreads around, and they speak
Of the earth and the tomb.

They come when the ripple
Is low on the lake,
And the plover is nestling
By fountain or brake ;
And the twilight looks out
With a star on its breast,
And they whisper, that all
But themselves are at rest

They come when the low breeze
Is fanning the leaves ;
They come when the flower-cup
The dew-drop receives;
By night's noon-tide silence,
By day's noon-tide bum,
At all times, oh! deeply
And darkly they come.

LITERARY NOTICES.

Fraser's Magazine for April.

The number for the present month will be found well wor-
thy of perusal, both by the grave and the gay, It contains
some well written political papers, and an agreeable quantity
of miscellaneous and lighter reading. The first article, head-
ed " The Poor Law Commission must be determined," con-
tains a variety of painful tacts, chewing the pernicious and
cruel " working," particularly in large towns, of the poor
law amendment act, with which Liverpool is unhappily to be
ere long inflicted. The growing unpopularity of the measure
throughout the country is amply demonstrated, and the wri-
ter clearly exposes the mischiefs that arise from it, not only
in grinding the faces of the poor. but in entailing additional
burthens on the rate-payers ; and he argues from these re-
sults, and the feeling lately expressed in parliament, that the
outrageously unconstitutional and expensive poor law com-
mission must be put an end to, and a system introduced (an
improvement of the old law of Elizabeth) more congenial to
the generous feelings of Englishmen, and better calculated to
effectually and humanely relieve the wants of the suffering
poor. The " Remarks on the latest Biographer of our
Poets" (" Lives of the British Poets, by Robert Bell, in
Lardner's Cyclopedia") are evidently from the pen of a wri-
ter who has long and ardently devoted himself to the study
of English poetry, and brings a well-cultivated mind to the
task of exposing the fallacious misconceptions of Mr. Bell,
whom he severely castigates for his ignorance of the works.
he professes to criticise. The article contains interesting
anecdotes and reminiscences of Dryden, Collins, Brooke,
Prior, Pope, Walsh, Young, Akenside, &c., also the vindi-
cation of Young. The Condemned Cells," chapter viii.,
embodies the " Confessions of a Swindler," and will amuse
those who delight in, to us, the rather painful disclosures of
the " secrets of the prison house." The "Specimen Leaders
of a would-be Editor" contain some happy hits on the tone
and mannerisms of some of the leading London journals.
The biography of that gallant soldier of the 18th century,
Marshal Saxe, is equal in interest to the " tableaux" that
have preceded it, and is well drawn up. One of the best ar-
ticles in the number is " War with America a blessing to
Mankind." The author combats the too fashionable opinion
that our armaments are so powerful, and America so weak,
that we could readily, by pursuing the old mode of warfare,
crush up that great and populous continent. He, on the con-
trary, apprehends great evils, great loss in life, treasure, and
commerce from a war so conducted, which would necessarily
be protracted, and points out a mode by which he conceives,
if war must be waged, it may speedily be terminated, with
honour to this country, and final advantage to America her-
self. After supplying from authentic sources some horrify-
ing details of the treatment of the slave population of the
southern states by their owners, which amounts to three
millions of beings, he says—
Such is the SIN and the WEAKNESS of America. It may
be a doubtful point, how far another nation would be justi-
fied, in a time of peace, in embarking in a crusade of philan-
thropy, and endeavouring to coerce an independent people
into the relinquishment of a national sin. But what possible
doubt can exist as to the propriety, the expediency—nay, the
absolute duty, of snaking a war subservient to the great and
preeminent object of freeing these three millions of cruelly
oppressed human beings ?
Policy, too, not less than philanthropy, prescribes such a
course of warfare. By this mode, and this only, a war with
America might be brought to a speedy and inevitably trium-
phant close. As we have already observed, a struggle be.
tween the people of England and their descendants in Ame-
rica must be a fearful, a protracted, and a lamentable one.
But if assailed in this quarter, a vital part is instantly and
surely reached—the Union is dissolved, and the war is at an
end.

Among the three millions of slaves, we may fairly calculate
the adult males at nearly one million. Every man of all this
multitude would eagerly rush to embrace an emancipating
invader, and within a few days' sail of their coast repose the
free and happy blacks of Jamaica. In one morning a force
of ten thousand men might be raised in this quarter, for the
enfranchisement of their brethren in America. Such a force,
supported by two battalions of Englishmen, and supplied with
20,000 muskets, would establish themselves in Carolina,
never to be removed. In three weeks from their appearance,
the entire south would be in one conflagration. The chains
of a million of men would be broken, and by what power
could they ever be again riveted ?
We have not space to notice the remaining articles; but
we can recommend the number as one of the best we have
recently perused.

Smallwood's Magazine. Smallwood, Bond-street, London.
What a new and fertile field the penny post system has
opened to almost every trade, to feed and fatten upon ! In
none more than that connected with literature has exertion,
energy, and enterprise been awakened. The magazine now
lying before us is one of the instances in which her Majesty's
mail is made a publication distributor, instead of the book-
seller's boy. A magazine by post!—According to the old
scale, it would cosy a ruinous sum sent by that mode. But
to the magazine itself ;—not having seen the first two num-
bers, we are not so well able to judge of the merits of the
articles continued in the present one ; but our contemporaries,
who have had that opportunity, speak highly of their com-
mencement. The opening article, " Philosophy in its rela-
tion with Christian Intellectualism," by James A. Morris.
is a decidedly clever and argumentative essay : the reasoning
is close and highly philosophic. " The Dentist of Frankfort"
is a continuation of a story. Of this we cannot judge for the
reason assigned previously. " Blind Man's Guff" is a Poem
in the Juanic style—smart and racy. " Rich Relations" is
a capital story, shewing the evils of courting such " kind of
folk." " The Recollections of a Silver Teapot" is a brusque,
well told story, not without a moral. " Fragments from the
Diary of a French Maniac" are, in spite of the subject, ex-
tremely laughable and absurd. " NiCOtialta Tabacum" is
an amusing and instructive paper upon tobacco—highly pleas-
ing to those who use the /Why weed in its three nasty modes