The twilight-star to Heaven,
    And the summer-dew to flowers,
  And rest to us is given
    By the cool soft evening hours.

  Sweet is the hour of rest! 
    Pleasant the wind’s low sigh,
  And the gleaming of the west,
    And the turf whereon we lie.

  When the burden and the heat
    Of labour’s task are o’er,
  And kindly voices greet
    The tired one at his door.

  Come to the Sun-set Tree! 
    The day is past and gone;
  The woodman’s axe lies free,
    And the reaper’s work is done.

  Yes:  tuneful is the sound
    That dwells in whispering boughs: 
  Welcome the freshness round,
    And the gale that fans our brows.

  But rest more sweet and still
    Than ever night-fall gave,
  Our longing hearts shall fill,
    In the world beyond the grave.

  There shall no tempest blow,
    No scorching noon-tide heat;
  There shall be no more snow,
    No weary wandering feet.

  And we lift our trusting eyes,
    From the hills our fathers trod. 
  To the quiet of the skies,
    To the sabbath of our God.

  Come to the Sun-set Tree! 
    The day is past and gone: 
  The woodman’s axe lies free,
    And the reaper’s work is done.

We have only room to particularize the Boroom Slave, by Mrs. Bowditch; the Magician’s Visiter, by Neele; and Scenes in the Life of a Favourite; all which possess very powerful interest.  Mr. Hood, too, has two oddities—­Death in the Kitchen, after Sterne, and the Logicians, accompanied by engravings.  Indeed, the literary variety of the present Forget Me Not is highly creditable to the editor, Mr. Shoberl.

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Friendship’s Offering.

To begin with the exterior, which is somewhat novel in taste, the proprietors seem to have united the utile cum dulci, by substituting for the usual paper covering, an elegantly embossed leather binding.  This is altogether an improvement on the original plan, since the slight coverings of silk or paper is scarcely safe out of the drawing-room or boudoir, and some of the contributions to the “annuals” entitle them to a higher stand.  The presentation plate of the present Offering is a chaste and classical specimen of a kind of gold enamel engraving; The Sylph, engraved by Humphreys, is a pleasing picture; Virginia Water, from a picture by Daniell, is a delightful scene of rural repose; a Sculpture Group, by Fry; a View of Bombay; and the Captive Slave, by Finden; among the embellishments, are entitled to our commendatory notice.

The present editor is Mr. Charles Knight, who, according to his preface, succeeded “at an advanced period of the year to the duties which had previously been performed by a gentleman of acknowledged taste and ability.”  This may account for the imperfect state of some of the engravings; but the apology is not so requisite for the execution of the literary portion of the present volume.  Our extracts must be short, for we have other claimants to our attention.  The Housekeepers, a Shandean extract, is from one of the best prose contributors:—­