Dear one, mine own! art gone
From young life's happy places,
To the dark grave and lone--
Death's cold and drear embraces!

Loosed are the silver strings
Of thy heart's ringing lyre--
Are broken thy wild wings,
Spirit of love and fire!

No, I feel hovering near,
Thy presence mild and tender,
My heart looks in thine eyes so dear,
And thrills at their soft splendor.

The dreams I dream are thine
When come my sweetest slumbers;
No melody is so divine
As memories of thy numbers.

Why art thou near my soul
Yet flying my fond vision?
Eluding yet love's sweet control,
Yet raining dreams elysian?

Oh angel, who before us
Art summoned home to heaven,
Still, still, oh linger o'er us,
Till we too are forgiven;

'Till we in holiest songs
Repeat each sweetest duty,
In that pure air where Heaven prolongs
Thy gentle life of beauty.

MR. ASHBURNER IN NEW-YORK.

BY FRANK MANHATTAN, JUN.

_To the Editor of the International._

The very graphic and interesting pictures of American society
with which my respected progenitor has recently favored the
English public having been received with unusual favor, and the
series having been suddenly terminated, to the great regret of
the literary public, it becomes, I conceive, my duty to carry
on the work so nobly begun, even though the superstructure be
far inferior in beauty and solidity to the foundation. In
pursuing these, my filial labors, I shall always keep in view
the two pole stars which ever guided the senior Mr.
Ashburner--first, that these letters are designed for English
and not American readers, and second, that I am portraying a
class, and not individuals. As I shall thus address myself to a
foreign audience, it will of course be my duty to describe the
frivolities of American manners--the faults of American ladies,
the imbecilities of American gentlemen, the scurrilities of the
American press, the weakness of American magazines, the
degeneracy of American literature, the roguery of the American
public, the want of taste of American engineers, the ignorance
of American professors, and to discuss any questions of
strictly local interest which may happen to present themselves.
I shall studiously avoid stating that