YES! bury me deep in the infinite sea,
Let my heart have a limitless grave-
For my spirit in life was as fierce and free
As the course of the tempest-wave.

As far from the stretch of all earthly control
Were the fathomless depths of my mind,
And the ebbs and flows of my single soul
Were as tides to the rest of mankind.

Then my briny pall shall engirdle the world,
As in life did the voice of my fame;
And each mutinous billow that's sky-ward curled,
Shall seem to re-echo my name.

That name shall be storied in records sublime,

In the uttermost corners of earth:

Now breathed as a curse, now a spell-word sublime, In the glorified land of my birth.

My airy form on some lofty mast

In fire-fraught clouds shall appear,

And mix with the shriek of the hurricane blast
My voice to the fancy of fear.

Yes! plunge my dark heart in the infinite sea,
It would burst from a narrower tomb-
Shall less than an ocean his sepulchre be
Whose mandate to millions was doom?

NOTES.

1.-Page 1.

Sketches taken from Dover Castle during a Storm.

These beautiful poems are from the pen of W. Read, Esq., the author of " Rouge and Noir, with other Poems," a volume of very high promise. They were originally published in the Literary Gazette, under the signature of "Eustace."

2.-Page 41.

The Mossy Seat.

This poem, the production of D. M. Moir, Esq., the Delta of Blackwood's Magazine, is incorrectly ascribed in the body of the work to J. Moir, Esq. The latter gentleman is no relation to the author of "The Legend of Genevieve," although he has published several vigorous translations from the Spanish, in an article on Spanish Literature in the Edinburgh Review.

3.-Page 49.

Ode to France.-By Lord Byron.

This splendid Ode had not been transplanted into any edition of Lord Byron's works when first printed in this volume. It has lately been included in the edition of the noble poet, published in Paris, by Galignani.

4.-Page 63.

To the Spirit of Poetry.

This exquisite little poem, which appeared originally under the signature of Zarach, is from the pen of J. S. Clarke, Esq.

5.-Page 79.

My Brother's Grave.

This touching poem was, if we mistake not, first printed in a little periodical called "The College Magazine." It was afterwards transplanted into the Etonian. Its author, Mr., now the Rev. J. Moultrie, has written several charming poems in the Etonian, and Knight's Quarterly Magazine. Mr. Moultrie is also the author of the Stanzas at page 156.

6.-Page 87.

Lord Byron's latest Verses.

These lines have been printed very incorrectly in most of the periodicals; but are here given from an autograph copy of Lord Byron in the possession of John Bowring, Esq. They were first put in circulation by the person who calls himself Major Parry, and who has written a book entitled "The last Days of Lord Byron." Some idea may be formed of the value of his version, from the fact, that for the lineTread all reviving passions down,

Is given

Tread these reviewing papers down,

and that Mr. P. was accustomed to cite this passage as a proof that Lord Byron's feelings on the subject of the press had undergone a very sensible alteration!

7.-Page 90.

A Sketch.

These lines of the gifted author of the Improvisatrice, have been published in her earliest volume, "The Fate of Adelaide, and other Poems."

8.-Page 94.

The Burial of Sir John Moore.

This poem appeared originally in an Irish (we believe, a Belfast) newspaper, dated from Trinity College, Dublin. After a good deal of discussion, they have been ascribed to the Rev. John Wolfe, on authority, which scarcely admits of a question.

9.-Page 104.

A Drinking Song.-By Lord Byron.

This singularly original poem, which the veracious Captain Medwin tells us was composed by Lord Byron one day after dinner, during his sojourn with the noble bard, was printed several years before in a volume of Translations from the Classics, by John Cam Hobhouse, Esq.; as were also the Stanzas, pages 216, 224, and 334. Mr. H.'s work transpired (for it can scarcely be said to have been published) in 1809.

10.-Page 106.

A Recollection.

This poem is improperly ascribed to J. Moir, Esq. It is from the pen of John Malcolm, Esq., and has been included in a volume of very charming poetry, entitled "The Buccaneer, with other Poems."

11.-Page 114.

Magdalena.

By H. A. Driver, Esq., author of "The Arabs."

12.-Page 117.

The Village Church.

Improperly referred to a provincial newspaper, but extracted from the "Velvet Cushion," by the Rev. J. W. Cunningham, of Harrow.

13.-Page 126.

The Storm.

These splendid lines are ascribed, I know not upon what authority, to B. W. Proctor, Esq., better known by his alias of Barry Cornwall. They would do honour to any pen.

14.-Page 131.

Mary's Mount.

This sketch has been transplanted by its author (D. M. Moir, Esq.) into a volume entitled "The Legend of Genevieve, and other Poems;" as have also the grand ballad of the Covenanters' Heather Bed, p. 178, the Vision, p. 192, Sunset Thoughts, p. 221, Melancholy, p. 262, and the Battle of Roslin, p. 307.

15.-Page 148.

The Ground Swell.

By N. T. Carrington, author of " Dartmoor."

16.-Page 153.
Ballad.

This touching ballad, from the pen of the amiable and tasteful author of "The Autumnal Excursion," Mr. Thomas Pringle, was written a short time before his departure from Teviot-dale for the Cape of Good Hope. It was adapted to the fine old border air of “My good Lord John."

17. Page 175.

Ten Years ago.

This Poem, and Stanzas written beneath a Picture, p, 194, have been appended to the last editions of the author's "Poetical Sketches." When first printed in this volume they were original,