e other
side of the rock, and being hotly pursued, it is supposed that they were
forced upon a narrow projection, about twelve inches wide, and four feet
below the inscription, where with some paint or coloring substance which
they carried about them they traced the characters to which we have
referred, and which have given the place the name of 'THE PAINTED ROCK.'
The fate of the young men is not positively known; but it is believed that
they were discovered and hurled down the precipice.

LINES TO J. T. OF IRELAND.

BY THE AUTHOR OF 'HINTS ON ETIQUETTE.'

A heartless flirt! with false and wicked eye,
Dost thou not feel thyself a living lie?
Dost thou not hear the 'still small voice' upbraid
Thy inmost conscience for the part thou'st played?
How mean the wish to victimize that one
Who ne'er had wooed thee, hadst thou not begun!
Who mark'd with pain thy saddened gaze on him,
Doom'd but to fall a martyr to thy whim;
Whose pallid cheek might win a fiend to spare,
Or soothe the sorrows that had blanched his hair:
Oh, cold-laid plan! drawn on from day to day
To meet the looks thou failed not to display,
Seeking at such a price another's peace,
To feed the cravings of thy vain caprice;
Led him to think that thou wert all his own,
Then froze his passion with a heart of stone.
Lured by thy wiles, he gave that holiest gift,
A noble soul, before he saw thy drift;
He watched thy bosom heave, he heard thee sigh,
Nor deem'd such looks could cover treachery;
That one so proud _could_ stoop to simulate
The purest feelings of this earthly state.
Yet words were useless, where no sense of blame
Could start a tear, nor tinge thy cheek with shame.
More merciful than thou to him, he prays
No pangs like his may wound thy lingering days;
Implores thy sins to him may be forgiven,
And leaves thee to the clemency of Heaven.

C. W. DAY.

LITERARY NOTICES.

POEMS BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. In one volume. pp. 279. Cambridge: JOHN
OWEN. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM.

Two years ago Mr. LOWELL presented the public with a volume of poems,
which after being read and blamed and praised with a most bewildering
variety of opinion, lived through it all, and remained as a permanent
specimen of unformed but most promising genius. Modest however as the
offering was, it was duly valued by discerning judges, not so mu