merrily, goes the bark—

Before the gale she bounds;

So darts the dolphin from the shark,

Or the deer before the hounds.

McGLADSTONE stands upon the prow,

The mountain breeze salutes his brow,

He snuffs the breath of coming fight,

His dark eyes blaze with battle-light,

And memories of old,

When thus he rallied to the fray

Against the bold BUCCLEUCH's array,

His clansmen. In the same old way

He trusts to rally them to-day.

Shall he succeed? Who, who shall say?

But neither fear no doubt may stay

His spirit keen and bold!

RUM FROM JAMAICA—VERY.—When "the bauble" was removed from the table of the House, by order of OLIVER CROMWELL, it was sent with somebody's compliments at a later date to Jamaica, and placed on the Parliament table. What became of it nobody knows. It is supposed that this ensign of ancient British Royalty was swallowed up by an earthquake of republican tendencies. Jamaica, of course, is a great place for spices; but, in spite of all the highly spiced stories, the origin of which is more or less aus-spice-ious, it is to be regretted that, up to the present moment, what gave them their peculiar flavour, i.e., the original Mace, cannot be found.

THE McGLADSTONE!

"TO LAND McGLADSTONE LIGHTLY SPRANG,

AND THRICE ALOUD HIS BUGLE RANG

WITH NOTE PROLONG'D AND VARIED STRAIN,

TILL BOLD BEN-GHOIL REPLIED AGAIN."

"Lord of the Isles." Canto IV.

WANTED—-A SOCIETY FOR THE PROTECTION OF "CELEBRITIES."