Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.

sculpture-room ( ivhich used to be entrance-halls ) ivill be erected a large room for -National Gallery pictures , in continuation of the present suite of rooms . Mr . G . P . Watts has undertaken to paint in fresco the eastern end of the nave of the church ( St . James-the-Less ) in Garden Street ,

Westminster . The subject is to to be Our Lord , surrounded by Angels and Saints , a kind of hierarchy . The Ecclesiologist says it is to be " in true fresco , " and hopes that great care ivill be taken in the preparation of the plaister , so that the work may not suffer from damp cpiite as much as the frescoes in the neighbouring new Houses of Parliament have suffered . The roof of the nave of the

same church is also to be painted with half-figures of saints in medallions . We learn from the Ecclesiologist that Mr . Clayton has in hand a painting of " The Crucifixion , " for , and , and in fact on , the east Avail of the chapel at All Saints' Home , Margaret Street . Our Exemplars , Poor and , Eich to be edited by Mr . Matthew

Davenport Hill , the Recorder of Birmingham , with a preface be Lord Brougham , is on the eve of publication . Of French announcements there is a most interesting one —a translation , with notes , of a Chinese novel , Des deux files leiircshy M . Stanislas Jiilien , the celebrated Chinese scholar . From Germany we hear of a neiv library of Italian classics in

the originals , published by Brockhaus of Leipzig , and leading off with Manzoni ' s "Promessi Sposi . " , The increase of Protestant literature in Prance of late years has been often noted , and the appearance of a third edition of M . Emily de Bonnechose ' s Reformers before the Reformation may be taken as another sign of the times .

Poetry.

Poetry .

THE GOSE BEFORE . Alas ! we are prone to say : 'We have fallen on evil hours . ' When a- ripened spirit floats away-Like the breath of the fading ftoivers , And a seed on the wings of the dying day Is borne to the heavenly bowers !

Yet toil has a right to rest , And the single a right to go , Anel lovo has a right to save the best Prom the weight of the coming bloiv . We gaze on the joys of the parted blessed Through the tears of a selfish lA'oe . 'Tis blood , not tears , should fall

O'er the brave who breathe no more , For empty the breach in the crumbling wall Which they manned in the clays of yore , And who shall respond to the trumpet call To rescue the banner they bore ? Can the warrior now survey HOAV the distant combat wears ?

Let him learn to Avait—nor lashly say That the valiant have left no heirs—Till he watch the deeds of the changing day From a crOAvning height like theirs " Till the smoke of the fray Shall have rolled away On the breath of their ansAvering prayers .

The Resurrection Of Sicily.

THE RESURRECTION OF SICILY .

Again her brow Sicania rears Above the tomb : tAvo thousand years Have sorely swept her beauteous breast , Ami War forbidden her to rest . Yet War at last becomes her friend , And cries aloud" Thy grief shall . end ,

Sicania ! hear me ; rise again ; -i houteley . i hero treats thy chain . " AVAT - SAVAGE IA > -DO ; I .

Two Love Stories.

TWO LOVE STORIES .

i . Laura Leslie has a lover ; She is lovely , loving he ; The slimmer birds that sing above her Scarcely are so Withe as she . Happy clays ! when she awakens , Flowers from him are by her bed Every lonely hour she reckons

Brings a gift in Harry's stead . Every sunset , through the fioii'ers , Laura and her lover stray , Heedless of the fleeting hours , Heedless of the waning day . Laura ' s parents watch admiring LoA'e so tender , so complete ;

AVhile a little orphan hireling Plies a needle at their feet . What should now delay the marriage ? Every comfort they prepare ; House and gardens , horses , carriage , Tall to Laura Leslie ' s share . Soon upon a summer morning ,

Mary stands by Laura's side , Little orphan hands adorning Harry's young and happy bride . II . Orphan Mary has a lover ; Miles away from her is he ; The wintry clouds that are above her Scarcely are so sad as she .

Every morning , when she wakens , Prays she for her absent John ; On a knotted stick she reckons Every lonely day that ' s gone . Twice a year he leaves his labour , Walks across the countiy n-ide , And waits fov Mary in an arbour

, By the Leslies' garden side . First when she had seen him weary , Worn and ivasted by the heat , Simple-hearted Orphan Mary Askeel him in to take a seat . Twenty little minutes , stolen

From her ii'orking , fled aivay : Then she rose , with eyelids swollen j Laura rang ; she must not stay . Mary gave one kiss at parting , Turned , find lo ! across the liall , Angry looks at her were darting ; Angry eyes had seen it all .

Laura's parents watch'd . regretting , Time so painfully misspent ; What example she ivas setting To the Avhole establishment ! Mary blushed and stood convicted ; Often had she heard it said Followers ivere interdicted ;

Wherefore had she disobey'd ? What though . lohn ivas true and loving ? AVhat though he was all to her ? In the sphere were she i \ 'as moving He was but a " folloiver . " Tii'ice a-yeav , nois ' , Orphan Mary Waits till every servant sleeps ; Then , with footsteps slow and wary , To the lonely arbour creeps .

there , or nowhere , she must meet him ; Ere the morning he must go ; There , unseen , her kiss may greet him ; There , iinchicl , her tears may fioiv . Thus an angry witness dreading , Mary thinks her name her shame ; Should it never end in ivedding , Who shall bear the bitter blame ? MACJIIXLAX ' S MAGAZINE .