,
To fallen man, to angel bright,
And sweeter 'tis than lonely lute
Heard in the air at night--
Divine and universal toungue,
Whether by bird or spirit sung!

But hark! is that a sound we hear
Come chirping from its throat,--
Faint--short--but weak, and very clear,
And like a little grateful note?
Another? ha--look where it lies,
It shivers--gasps--is still,--it dies!

'Tis dead,--'tis dead! and all our care
Is useless. Now, in vain
The mother's woe doth pierce the air,
Calling her nestling bird again!
All's vain:--the singer's heart is cold,
Its eye is dim,--its fortune told!

A versification of a story in Mrs. Barbauld's "Evenings at home," by
Sneyd Edgeworth, Esq. deserves favourable mention; even the names will
tempt the reader.

There are eleven plates; the frontispiece, "_Little Flora_," from
Boaden, and engraved by Edwards, is a sweet production; and the figures
in "_the Broken Pitcher_," from Gainsborough,[A] are well executed by
H. Robinson. To conclude, we cordially recommend this little volume to
such purchasers as wish to combine simplicity with talent, and the
several beauties of picture and print in their "New Year's Gift," for
1830.

[4] We should like to see a volume of poems written by Wordsworth,
and illustrated by Gainsborough. How delightfully too would a
few of the poet's lines glib off in a Juvenile Annual.

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EDIE OCHILTREE.

_From the New Edition of "The Antiquary."_

Of the "blue gowns," or king's bedesmen, from whom the character of Edie
Ochiltree was drawn, after giving an account from Martin's "Reliquiae
Divi Sancti Andrae," of an order of beggars in Scotland, supposed to
have descended from the ancient bards, and existing in Scotland in the
seventeenth century, but now extinct, Sir Walter Scott says:--

"The old remembered beggar, even in my own time, like the Baccoch, or
travelling cripple of Ireland, was expected to merit his quarters by
something beyond an exposition of his distresses. He was often a
talkative, facetious fellow, prompt at repartee, and not withheld from
exercising his powers that way by any respect of persons, his patched
cloak giving him the privilege of the ancient jester. To be a _gude
crack_, that is, to possess talents for conversation, was essential
to the trade of a 'puir body' of the more esteemed class; and Burns,
who delighted