My race is run, my flight is flown;
    And, like the eagle free,
  That soars into the cloud and dies,
    I leave my life on sea. 
  To man I yield not spear nor sword
    Ne’er harmed me in their ire,
  Vain on me Europe shower’d her shafts,
    And Asia pour’d her fire. 
  Nor wound nor scar my body bears,
    My lip made never moan,
  And Odin bold, who gave me life,
    Now comes and takes his own.

  Light! light there! let me get one look,—­
    Yon is the golden sky,
  With all its glorious lights, and there
    My subject sea flows by;
  Around me all my comrades stand,
    Who oft have trod with me
  On prince’s necks, a joy that’s flown,
    And never more may be. 
  Now put my helmet on my head,
    My bright sword in my hand,
  That I may die as I have lived. 
    In arms and high command.

In the prose department the most striking is the description of Abbotsford, quoted in our 339th number.  There is an affecting Tale of the Times of the Martyrs, by the Rev. Edward Irving, which will repay the reader’s curiosity.  The Honeycomb and Bitter Gourd is a pleasing little story; and Paddy Kelleger and his Pig, is a fine bit of humour, in Mr. Croker’s best style.  The brief Memoir of the late Sir George Beaumont is a just tribute to the memory of that liberal patron of the Fine Arts, and is an opportune introduction into such a work as the present.  The letter of Lord Byron, too, from Genoa in 1823, will be interesting to the noble poet’s admirers.

Among the illustrations we can only notice the Lute, by C. Rolls, after Bonnington; Morning, by E. Goodall, from Linton’s “joyful” picture; Sir W. Scott in his Study (qy. the forehead); a little “Monkeyana,” by Landseer; Chillon, by Wallis, from a drawing by Clarkson Stanfield—­a sublime picture; Fonthill, an exquisite scene from one of Turner’s drawings; Beatrice, from a picture by Howard; the Lake View of Newstead, after Danby; the Snuff-Box, from Stephanoff; and last, though not least, Gainsborough’s charming Young Cottagers, transferred to steel, by J.H.  Robinson—­perhaps the most attractive print in the whole series.

With this hasty notice we conclude, in the language of our announcement of the present work, “wishing the publisher many Anniversaries”

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FRIENDSHIP’S OFFERING.

EDITED BY THOMAS PRINGLE, ESQ.

The present volume will support, if not increase, the literary reputation which this elegant work has enjoyed during previous years.  The editor, Mr. Pringle, is a poet of no mean celebrity, and, as we are prepared to show, his contribution, independent of his editorial judgment, will do much toward the Friendship’s Offering maintaining its ground among the Annuals for 1829.