Farewell, ye broomy elfin knowes,
    Where thyme and harebells grow;
  Farewell, ye hoary haunted howes,
    O’erhung with birk and sloe.

  The battle-mound, the border-tower,
    That Scotia’s annals tell: 
  Thy martyr’s grave, the lover’s bower—­
    To each—­to all—­farewell!

  Home of our hearts! our father’s home! 
    Land of the brave and free! 
  The keel is flashing through the foam
    That bears us far from thee.

  We seek a wild and distant shore
    Beyond the Atlantic main: 
  We leave thee to return no more,
    Nor view thy cliffs again.

  But may dishonour blight our fame,
    And quench our household fires,
  When we or ours forget thy name,
    Green island of our sires.

  Our native land—­our native vale—­
    A long, a last adieu! 
  Farewell to bonny Lynden-dale,
    And Scotland’s mountains blue!

We have only space to add that the poetical pieces are very numerous, and those by Allan Cunningham, the Ettrick Shepherd, Delta, and William Kennedy, merit especial notice.

The elegant embossed binding is similar to that of last year, which we mentioned to our readers, and which we think an improvement on the silken array.

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THE BIJOU.

Though last in the field, (for it is scarcely published) the Bijou will doubtless occupy a different place in public favour.  Its embellishments are selected with much judgment, and in literary merit, it equals either of its contemporaries.  Its second title is an Annual of Literature and the Fine Arts, and from the choice of its illustrations, deservedly so.  Thus, among the painters, who have furnished subjects for the engravers, we have Holbein, Claude, and Primaticcio; and two from Sir Thomas Lawrence.  The engraving from Holbein, Sir Thomas More and his Family,—­is a novelty in an Annual, and is beautifully executed by Ensom.  It has all the quaintness of the great master, whose pictures may be called the mosaic of painting.  The Autumnal Evening, engraved by Dean, after Claude, is not so successful; although it should be considered that little space is allowed for the exquisite effect of the original:  still the execution might have been better.  The Frontispiece, Lady Wallscourt, after Sir Thomas Lawrence is in part, a first-rate engraving; Young Lambton, after the same master, is of superior merit.  The face is beautifully copied; and, by way of hint to the scrappers, this print will form a companion to the Mountain Daisy, from the Amulet for the present year.  There are, too, some consecrated landscapes, dear to every classical tourist, and of, no common interest at home—­as Clisson, the retreat of Heloise; Mont Blanc; and the Cascade of Tivoli—­all of which are delightfully picturesque.  The view of Mont Blanc is well managed.