Literature.

beyond the first years of the independence , he being of opinion that the state of the country subsequently has been of too experimental a character to form subject for the historian of tho present day . The Avorks of the late Bishop Doane , of Neiv Jersey , are to be published by Messrs . Appleton , in five vols . Svo . The folloAving books are also announced for publication this autumn : 'Gold-foil Hammered from Popular Proverbs , '

by Timothy Titeomb ; 'Footfalls on tho boundary of Another AA ' orld / by the Hon . R . Dale Owen ; ' Calhoun aud his Contemporaries , ' by Mr . B . A . Reynolds , of Mobile ; ' The Prairie Traveller , a Handbook for Overland Emigrants , ' by Captain IJ . B . Marcy , U . S . A . ; 'Preachers and Preaching , ' by the Rev . Dr . Murray ; ' Women Artists in all Ages and Countries . ' by Mrs . Ellet . "

Poetry.

Poetry .

LEIGte HUNT . 1 ST MART COAA'DEN CLARKE . TnE world groivs empty ; fadingly and fast The dear ones and the great ones of my life Melt forth , and leave me but the shadoivs rife , Of those AA-ho blissful made my peopled past ;

Shadows thafc in their numerousness east A . sense of desolation sharp as knife Upon the soul , perplexing it ivith strife Against the vacancy , the void , the vast Unfruitful desert which the earth becomes To one who loses thus the cherish'd friends Of youth . The loss of each beloved sends An aching consciousness of want that dumbs

The voice to silence—akin to the dead blank All things became , when down the sad heart sank . And yet not so would ' st thou thyself have vieiv'd Affliction : thy true poet soul knew how The sorest tliAvartings patiently to boiv To wisest teachings ; that they still ronew'd Iu thee strong hojie ; firm trust , a faith imbued AA ith cheerful spirit—constant to avow

The good of e'en things evil , and allow All ills to pass Avith courage unsubdued . Philosophy like thine turns to pure gold Earth ' s dross : imprisonment assumed a grace , A dignity , as borne by thee , in bold Defence of Liberty and Right ; thy face Reflected thy heart ' s sun ' mid sickness , pain , And grief ; nay , loss itself thou mad ' st a gain .

COO-EY 1 AVHEN travelling the lonely bush AVhere , save one ' s tramp , a solemn hush Pervades the tivilight scene around And seems to hold the trees spellbound They look so ghostly , tall and grey ,

Like mutes about tho perished clay—¦ At such a time one starts to hear The native cry , shrill , sharp , and clear , Coo-ey ! Cuo-ey ! Aivakening the birds in fear . Coo-ey ! Coo-ey ! I heard it onceit proved a guide

, To one AVIIO , but for me bad died . Two maddening days he had been lost , He worshipped mo because I crossed , By chance , that unfrequented way—And brought him Ai-here the foot track lay . HOAV often he had called in vain Along- the forest tangled plain ,

Coo-ey ! Coo-ey ! No ono at hand to cry again , Coo-ey ! Coo-ey 1 At moonlight I have heard that sound Dance o ' er the white uiiei-en ground— . Of worked out gold fields—desert save Tho mound Avhieh marks the digger ' s grave , And bears dower

a —an acted prayer Memento of affection there . And I have heard it many times , In different spots and even climes , Coo-ey ! Coo-ey ! Unearthly , piercing , weirdlike chimes , Coo-ey ! Coo-eyi

From passing ship when out at sea That thrilling cry has greeted mo , And once in England Ai-here I stayed , AA'ith those AA'ith whom my youth had played , I heard—when last I could have been Expectant— 'tii-as so changed a scene—In Regent-street , at early night That soundii'ith half lexed deliht

, perp g , Coo-ey ! Coo-ey 1 111 Regent-street , ' midst gas beams bright , Coo-ey ! Coo-ey ! I turned and saw a friend I kne « - , My hand in his Masonic greiv . Myself and he—good heart alive ! Had Avorked together in one drive

, Together Ave had made our piles , Together travelled weary miles . HOAV glad from him was I to hear The Avell known cry salute ruy ear , Coo-ey 1 Coo-ey ! Born of another hemisphere , Coo-ey 1 Coo-ey !

HAIL TO THE CRAFT . BV BRO . JOHN WHITEJIAN , OP JIELBOUIWE . HAII , to the star of Masonry , whose pure and radiant light , Resplendent shines o ' er land and sea , by day as \ A-ell as night ; — HOAV great its charm there ' s none can tell , but those who kiioiv its poiv ' r ; Its mystic , magic , working spell , to eheer life ' s darkest hour . "Pis a glorious starand sheds its ray

, O ' er all the world , from day to day . Hail to the gem , true charity , oh ! may it e ' er be u-orn By every Mason , just and free , the Order to adorn ; Hail to the three grand principles on AA-hich Freemasons rest , Fraternal love , relief , and truth , enshrin'd ivithin each breast , Pure satisfaction will impart , To the just arid upright Mason ' s heart .

Hail to the Craft , \ A-1 IOSC secret arts and hidden myst ' vies ' hold A wondrous power o ' er all the hearts of Masons , young and old ; And AA-hilo that power retains its sAvay with undiminished might , AVith fervent zeal and freedom pay glad homage to the bright Pure star , that shines and sheds its ray O'er all the Avorld , from day to day . Hail to the Craftto ivhich belongs a great and mihtband

, gy , Of brethren fam'd in art , iu song , the noblest in the land ; Princes and dukes its rank still seek , where ' er iis flag may wave , It welcomes all the just , the free , but ne ' er admits the slave . All hail to the Craft , ifc still shall be The Craft Ai-e love—Freemasonry !

MASONIC SONG . BV BHO . WAItDIIAUGII . A MASOX ' S Grand Lodge is the world—And all the pure things that are in it ( By sun gold tipt , by moonlight ompearl'd ) His signs and his tokens infinite . Ay ! and here are tho pillars of beauty ,

A fair dappled carpet well spread , And officers charg'd with the duty Of seeing fche Master obey'd . Sing success to the sons of the square , Wherever their homes they may be ; There's a true Mason ' s Lodge everyAvhere , 'Midst the brave , the good , and the free . Let us make this short life then a pleasure

, Emblazon'd by symbols sublime ; Let us gauge out our AA'ork Avith due measure , To please our Grand Master divine . And let us he kind , my dear brother , Be upright and square in our dealings—True Freemasons one to the other Iu this wide Lodge of thoughts and feelings . Sing success to the sons of the square , & c .

C'At . 'Doun . —The good humoured and candid answer of a learned and rather long winded preacher of the old school always appeared to me quite charming . The good man AA'as far from being a popular preacher , and yet he could not reduce his discourses below the hour and ahalf . On being asked , as a gentle hint , of their possibly needless length , if he did not feel tired after preaching so long , he replied , " Na , na , I ' m no tired ; " adding , hoAvever , Avith much miVfte , "but , Lord , boo tired the fouk whiles arc "—Dean Mmnsay .