THE FORGET ME NOT.

The avant-courier of the "Annuals" is of equal literary merit with its precursors; but not quite equal in its engravings—The Sisters' Dream, by Davenport, from a drawing by Corbould, is, however, placidly interesting; the Bridal Morning, by Finden, is also a pleasing scene; and the Seventh Plague of Egypt, by Le Keux, from a design by Martin, though in miniature, is terrific and sublime. In the literary department we especially notice the Sun-Dial, a pensive tale, by Delta, but too long for extract; and the Sky-Lark by the Ettrick Shepherd, soaring with all the freshness and fancy of that extraordinary genius. The Sword, a beautiful picture of martial woe, by Miss Landon, is subjoined:—

'Twas the battle field, and the cold pale moon

Look'd down on the dead and dying,

And the wind pass'd o'er with a dirge and a wail,

Where the young and the brave were lying.

With his father's sword in his red right hand.

And the hostile dead around him,

Lay a youthful chief: but his bed was the ground,

And the grave's icy sleep had bound him.

A reckless Rover, 'mid death and doom,

Pass'd a soldier, his plunder seeking:

Careless he stept where friend and foe

Lay alike in their life-blood reeking.

Drawn by the shine of the warrior's sword,

The soldier paused beside it:

He wrench'd the hand with a giant's strength,

But the grasp of the dead defied it.

He loosed his hold, and his English heart

Took part with the dead before him,

And he honour'd the brave who died sword in hand,

As with soften'd brow he leant o'er him.

"A soldier's death thou hast boldly died,

A soldier's grave won by it:

Before I would take that sword from thine hand,

My own life's blood should dye it.

"Thou shalt not be left for the carrion crow,

Or the wolf to batten o'er thee:

Or the coward insult the gallant dead,

Who in life had trembled before thee."

Then dug he a grave in the crimson earth

Where his warrior foe was sleeping,

And he laid him there in honour and rest,

With his sword in his own brave keeping.


As a relief, we quote the following characteristic sketch by Miss Mitford:—