INEDITED POETRY.

(Vol. v., pp. 387. 435.)

By way of concluding my notes upon the MS. volume of poetry, from which I have already transcribed two pieces (inserted at pages 387. 485. of your present volume), I now send you the short poem referred to in my first communication:

"February 15th, past two in the morning.

Going to bed very ill.

Oh, when shall I, from pain and sorrow free,

Enjoy calm rest, and lasting peace with thee!

When will my weary pilgrimage be o'er,
When shall my soul from earth to heav'n soar,
And, freed from flesh, the God of Gods adore.

Oh thou who only knowest what is best,

Give me, oh give me, peace, content and rest!