And oh!  I shall find, how, day by day. 
    All thoughts and things look older—­
  How the laugh of Pleasure grows less gay,
    And the heart of Friendship colder;
  But still I shall be what I have been,
    Sworn foe to Lady Reason,
  And seldom troubled with the spleen,
    And fond of talking treason;
  I shall buckle my skait, and leap my gate,
    And throw, and write, my line—­
  And the woman I worshipped in Twenty-eight,
    I shall worship in Twenty-nine!

New Monthly Magazine.

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MORAL EFFECT OF ROME UPON THE TRAVELLER.

Those only who have lived in Rome can duly estimate the potent and lasting impression produced upon the mind of a thinking man, by a residence in this capital of the ancient world.  The daily contemplation of so many classical and noble objects elevates and purifies the soul, and has a powerful tendency to allay the inconsiderate fervours and impetuosities of youth, to mature, and consolidate the character.  I am already so altered, and, I have the vanity to think, so improved a man since my arrival here, that there are times when I almost doubt my own identity, and imagine that, by some preternatural agency, I have been born over again, and have had new blood and new vitality infused into my frame.

The gratifications of a residence in Rome are inexhaustible.  At every turn I discover some new evidence of the power and magnificence of her ancient inhabitants, and vivid sensations of delight and awe rapidly succeed each other.  This venerable metropolis is the tomb and monument, not of princes, but of nations; it illustrates the progressive stages of human society, and all other cities appear modern and unfinished in comparison.

Exploring this forenoon the vicinity of Monte Palatino, I discovered in an obscure corner, near the temple of Romulus, the time-hallowed spring of Juturna, rising with crystal clearness near the Cloaca maxima, into which it flows unvalued and forgotten.  I refreshed myself in the mid-day heat by drinking its pure lymph from the hollow of my hand, and gazed with long and insatiable delight upon the memorable fountain.  This sacred spot is surrounded and obscured by contiguous buildings, and the walls are luxuriantly fringed and mantled with mosses, lichens, and broad leaved ivy.  The proud aqueducts of the expanding city diminish the value and importance of this spring, but it was unquestionably the ruling motive which determined Romulus, or possibly an earlier colony of Greeks, to take root here, as within the wide compass of the Roman walls there is no other source of pure water.—­Blackwood’s Magazine.

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SONG, BY T. CAMPBELL

  When Love came first to Earth, the SPRING
    Spread rose-buds to receive him. 
  And back he vow’d his flight he’d wing
    To Heaven, if she should leave him.