It was averred that, previously to the execution of the unfortunate Strangwayes, many persons waited upon Cromwell, (among others Major Dewey, the parliamentarian, and Mabellah, the widow of Fussell), to implore commutation of his sentence. But, the Protector remained inexorable, replying to them in the words used by the barons of England at Merton in 1258, in rejection of the factious petition of the clergy: "Nolumus leges Angliæ mutari !”

POETRY.

BY CALDER CAMPBELL.

"Where find ye Poetry?" Go, look abroad,
Go forth and meet it in each blade of grass;
In every bell of dew, that on the sod
Makes for the butterflies a looking-glass;
In every sunbeam, and in every shade,

In the stream's murmur, and the wild bird's song;
In merry cricket's chirp the weeds among;
In sunny meadow, and in gloomy glade!
“Where find ye Poetry?" The fertile earth
Is one fair volume, filled with thoughts sublime;
And, he who worships Nature, and looks forth
With pondering spirit on the course of time,
Shall in each page find sweetest poetry:
Religion, Beauty, Truth, Sublimity!

THE BRIDAL TOILET.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

CHARTLEY."

The Bridal Toilet! not an hour of mirth,

As toilets were when her young heart was free: For, now, within that loving heart, have birth Imaginings that may not uttered be.

Dream-like, they flit before her mental sight;
Love, Hope, and Fear, mingling in deep delight.

It is the goal of life. All by-gone joy

Seems nought to that which opens to her view. Supremely blest, her future whole employ,

For life is love! "Oh! Edward! Be thou true!" She half exclaims, then smiles away the doubt. Blest confidence! Oh, what were life without!

'Tis something, too, to leave that ancient hall,
Through which a little playful child she ran,
That long accustomed room, which held her all
Of youthful property since life began;
To leave them, as a vessel leaves the shore,
And call her parent's home her home no more!

But, even as the vessel steers from land,

To plough through unknown seas with vent'rous keel, Goes forth her spirit! None may understand

That mighty mystery, though all may feel

Or know the wond'rous power, Affection's spell, Love's hallowed flame, which not e'en death can quell.

That glows, triumphant, in her virgin breast:

On one alone, for life, she now relies.

Be calm each thought, lulled every fear to rest!
Smile, Lady, smile, though tears bedew thine eyes!
One little hour-and, walking at his side,
YE shall be ONE-the Bridegroom and the Bride.

WISDOM AND FOLLY.

FROM "TITIAN," AN UNPUBLISHED ROMANCE.

BY R. SHELTON MACKENZIE, LL.D.

Which is the better, tell me, pray —

Old Wisdom, with his frown of scorning, Or Lady Folly, young and gay,

As is a summer's sunny morning?

One, dark as Night;

The other, bright

As Joy o'er Beauty's features flashing —

One, calm and cold;

The other, bold

As a swift river, seaward dashing!