Oaken temples, cypress towers, O'er the rich page of learning's treasured stores. And Nature seems, while calmly beaming, That's felt, but is ineffable, Or but in her bright looks defined, The melting music, dying soft, Of blessed Devotion's vesper hymn, Sweet as the fancied strains of heaven-born seraphim. O Summer! sun-crowned goddess, deign To hear a Dryad's votive strain, Entranced with thy elysian reign, Who ever loves, with raptured sight, To view thy rosy flood of light Gush o'er the heaven, and stream o'er earth, And give to ripe perfection birth; While round thy gentle influence throws A deep and seeming blest repose; Owns thy consummating power; TO PROSPERO. In answer to the following passage in her letter to the Author-"I wish you would take a trip to, though no doubt you would find it very dull compared with London." BENEATH Italia's cloudless sky, Why does the northern wanderer sigh ?— However bright her seeming, But thoughts of those he holds so dear Their smiles to him surpass that sun, Deal girl! I were a stranger, I've found of friends sincerest- It is a hallowed spot to me ; And all I've heard thee praising And even if the cloud of care Should cast its darkness o'er me, But what avails it thus to tell Of what would fill joy's measure, Since Fate now bids me sigh-farewell! And blights my fancied pleasure. G. J. DE WILDE. THIS well known town is situated on the straits of the same name, in the county of Kent, at the distance of 72 miles from the metropolis. Three long streets, converging to a point, constitute the principal portion of it. The upper part is denominated the town, the lower, the pier. It has now only two parish churches, though it formerly had seven; but it has also places of worship for Methodists, Baptists and Quakers. It has likewise an hospital, a free school, and a charity school. The harbour, which is defended by strong batteries, can receive vessels of 400 or 500 tons; and as this is the port where the majority of travellers embark for France, nearly thirty packets are kept constantly employed for conveying them. Dover is one of the Cinque Ports, and returns two members. to Parliament, who are chosen by about sixteen hundred voters, out of a population of nearly eleven thousand persons. On the summit of the hill, to the north-eastward, stands the castle, an engraving and description of which will be given in the Pocket Magazine for November. RECOLLECTIONS IN IRELAND. Friendless thy heart, and can'st thou harbour there A wish but death, a passion but despair?—Campbell. THE night was dark, and the half-shrouded moon lent but a feeble ray to guide the uncertain footsteps of Fitzarden, as he reluctantly turned from the gate of that mansion, under whose roof he had been once a welcome guest, and passed many an hour cheared by the endearing smiles of love and friendship. As its turrets disappeared from his view, and became lost in the mists of distance, the last hope which his heart had cherished seemed wrested from his bosom for ever; there he had bidden farewell to her whose smile could have chased away the sombre clouds of sorrow, which long had darkened his existence. But now, an unwilling exile, he had only to endeavour to bury the past in eternal oblivion, and by a hasty flight to escape the vengeance that awaited his remaining in his native country. Misled by mistaken enthusiasm, and the vain hope of alleviating the sufferings of that country, he had transgressed her laws; the hallowed spark of patriotism had blazed too fiercely into the unholy flame of rebellion, and the heart which had once beat only with the most pure and loyal designs, stung by injuries, goaded by oppression, and maddened by disappointment, had at length become the residence of hopeless, reckless, and unthinking desperation. He tried, he wished, to forget, but memory with her scorpion sting of bitter recollection, still pressed upon his heart her heavy weight of sorrow; she recalled in long perspective the fond hopes of his youth, the early associations of his childhood; she pictured the endearments of a mother, now no more; of a father, who had looked on him with delight as |