So now adieu—­I’ve chirp’d too long,
  Must leave the finish of my song
        To some more learned bird’s son;
  Whose mellow notes can charm the ear
  With no discordant chatter near;
  So now, dear Sir, I’m your sincere
        And humble Sparrow.

HERDSON.

    [2] You will perceive the writer is a hedge-sparrow.

* * * * *

TO A DESTRUCTIVE INSECT ON A ROSEBUD.

IN MANNER OF BURNS.

(For the Mirror.)

  Ye imp o’ death, how durst ye dwell
  Within this pure and hallow’d cell,
  Thy purposes I ken fu’ well
                Are to destroy,
  And wi’ a mortal breathing spell,
                To blast each joy!

  Yet why upo’ so sma’ a flower,
  Dost thou exert thy deadly pow’r,
  And nip fair beauty’s natal hour,
                Wi’ thy vile breath,
  It is when wint’ry storms do low’r,
                We look for death.

  But thou, thou evil one, hast come,
  To bring this wee rose to its doom,
  Not i’ time of woe and gloom,
                But i’ the spring,
  When flowerets just begin to bloom. 
                And birds to sing.

  O fie, begone fra out my sight,
  Nor dare attempt such joy to blight,
  Thou evil wicked-doing doit,
                Then hie away,
  Seek not the morning, but the night
                To crush thy prey!

J. F. C.

* * * * *

THE CONTEMPORARY TRAVELLER.

* * * * *

JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF THE RED INDIANS OF NEWFOUNDLAND.

(Concluded from page 136.)

“We spent several melancholy days wandering on the borders of the east end of the lake, surveying the various remains of what we now contemplated to have been an unoffending and cruelly extirpated people.  At several places, by the margin of the lake, are small clusters of winter and summer wigwams in ruins.  One difference, among others, between the Boeothick wigwams and those of the other Indians, is, that in most of the former there are small hollows, like nests, dug in the earth around the fireplace, one for each person to sit in.  These hollows are generally so close together, and also so close to the fireplace, and to the sides of the wigwam, that I think it probable these people have been accustomed to sleep in a sitting position.  There was one wooden building constructed for drying and smoking venison in, still perfect; also a small log-house, in a dilapidated condition, which we took to have been once a storehouse.  The wreck of a large, handsome, birch-rind canoe, about twenty-two feet in length, comparatively new, and certainly very little used, lay thrown up among