pirit displayed
by the Duke, since his wardenship, cannot be too widely known, nor too
highly applauded,--his grace having paid into the Treasury, for the
public service, the whole amount of the proceeds of his office, as Lord
Warden, thus furnishing a noble example of magnanimity and
disinterestedness.

[6] We believe that measures are in progress for re-establishing
the commercial importance of Sandwich, by the restoration of
the once celebrated haven. The town, we may add, is noble in
its decay; for, among the jurats and burgesses are several
worthy and opulent retired merchants, who would doubtless
rejoice in the revival of Sandwich, for the welfare of their
more aspiring townsmen,--_Ed. M._

* * * * *

DRYBURGH ABBEY.

[The clever stanzas transferred from a late number of the _Literary
Gazette_ to No. 572 of _the Mirror_, are from the spirited pen
of Mr. Charles Swain: they are the most poetical and appropriate of the
tributes yet inscribed to the memory of Sir Walter Scott, although this
is but mean praise compared with their merit. In the _Gazette_ of
Saturday last, the following additions are suggested by two different
correspondents, "though," as the editor observes, "they are offered with
great modesty by their authors."]

And after these, with hand in hand, the Sisters Troil appear;
Poor "Mina's" cheek was deadly pale, in "Brenda's" eye a tear;
And "Norna," in a sable vest, sang wild a funeral cry,
And waved aloft a bough of yew, in solemn mystery.

"George Heriot" crap'd, and "Jenkin Vin" with prentice-cap in hand--
Ev'en "Lady Palla" left her shrine to join that funeral band;
But hood and veil conceal'd her form--yet, hark! in whisper's tone
She breathes a Christian's holy prayer for the mighty spirit flown.

A wail!--a hollow, churchyard wail!--a wild weird-sister's cry!--
Ah! "Annie Winnie," thou too here?--and "Alice?"--vanish--fly!
"Not so," they shrieked, "we'll see the corse--the bonny corse;
'twas meet--
And pity 'twas we were not there to bind his winding sheet."

Old "Owen" passed with tottering step, and lost and wandering looks;
"He's balanced his account," he cried, "and closed his earthly books;"
Bold "Loxley," with his bow unbent--unhelm'd "Le Belafre,"
Together pass'd--the archer wiped one silent tear away.

Stern "Bridgenorth," with his daughter's