To Correspondents. The following, or some of them, will appear:-“ Ida,” “J. L.,” "Beta," "T. S. (Cork)." "A SUBSCRIBER's" suggestions will receive the attention they de serve. "G. W. (Dolgelly.)" The poem is clever, but does not belong to the category of Beautiful poetry. The same remark applies to the contributions of "Albert," "R. W." “J. L. (Nottingham.)" The poems alluded to have been mislaid among a mass of papers. NOTICES. No. IV. of SACRED POETRY, to comprise the best pieces of Sacred Poetry in our language, price 3d. monthly. This day. Also Part I., price 18. No. VII. of WIT AND HUMOUR: the choicest things of this class in our language, price 3d., is published this day. Part I., price 1s. No. IV. of Selections from FRENCH LITERATURE, translated, is published this day. It contains selections from the famous letters of Madame de Sévigné. Price 3d. And Part I. price 1s. A copy of either of the above sent to any person enclosing four postage stamps to the CRITIC Office, 29, Essex Street, Strand. Subscribers paying 3s. 6d. in advance in postage stamps will be supplied with 12 stamped numbers of either of the above free by post. THE POET IN SELF DEFENCE, This playful and sweetly simple little poem, bearing so excellent a moral, is by ROBERT SOUTHEY. WITH listening lips and looks intent, Who shouted sometimes, and clapt his hands, But when I look'd at my mistress's face, And when I ceased, methought there was more That smile I read aright, for thus "Such tales are meet for youthful ears "From thee far rather would I hear Such as I oft have heard well pleased "Nay, mistress mine," I made reply, "Our good old Cat, Earl Tomlemagne, Upon a warm Spring day, Is sometimes seen to play. "That sense which held me back in youth That same good instinct bids me shun Unprofitable sadness. "Nor marvel you, if I prefer Of playful themes to sing, The October grove hath brighter tints R "Far o'er the leaves before they fall "Why should I seek to call forth tears? "Enough of foresight sad, too much And well for me that I sometimes "From public ills, and thoughts that else Might weigh me down to earth, That I can gain some intervals For healthful, hopeful mirth.” TALES THE RIVER TELLS. A passage from a poem entitled Prothonasia, by THOMAS WADE, published in the year 1839. Ir rivers, between green and fragrant banks With its own state and essence, and calm lakes, Of mortal woe, and make the ear's fine sense THE DAY IS DONE. By LONGFELLOW. THE day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist ; A feeling of sadness and longing, As the mist resembles rain. Come, read to me some poem, Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, Read from some humbler poet, Who, through long days of labour, Still heard in his soul the music Such songs have power to quiet Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be filled with music, VANITY OF REGRET. From OMAR RHIAM, one of the most distinguished Persian poets. He flourished in the year 1200. It is translated by the accomplished Miss COSTELLO. NOTHING in this world of ours Flows as we would have it flow; What avail, then, careful hours, Thought and trouble, tears and woe? Though in truth of little worth, With no will depart the same. TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF BYRON. A passionate tribute to the memory of Byron and his generous espousal of the cause of prostrate Greece. It is from the pen of J. J. CALLANAN, a young Irish poet who died prematurely, but whose poems deserve a wider reputation than the provincial one they have as yet gained.— It is extracted from The Recluse of Inchidony. OH, for the pen of him whose bursting tear Oh, for that Bard to Greece and Freedom dear, |