POETRY.
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The following pathelio piece b copied here from sAe AexaOdra Gazette, wiih the omission oG single verse the indifferent construction oC which mars the simple beauty of the others :l-JoWvWGL cf Com.

 HARE. WE ALMOST THERE~ u Are we almost there--are we almost IhereT' Said dying girl, as she drew near home es Are those our poplar trees which rear - Their forms 90 high gainst the heavens blue dome Then she talked ofher flowers, and thought Otlhe we'll Where the cool water splash'd O'er tho large white

 stone, n And she thought it would soo,he like fairy spell, Could she drink from that l0unt when the lever was

 on. While yet so young, and her bloom grew iess' They had borne her away to kIndher cime- For she would not tell that 'twas only distress Which had gathered lite's rose m It's sweet sprung

 time.

 And she had looked, when they hade her to look Al many ruin and many shrine Al the sculplureH niche, and the pictured nook' And marked from high places the suns decllne' But in secret shs sighed for quieter spot,

 Where she oft had played in childhoods hour; Tho shrub or fiowrct market 1t not,

 'Twas dearer to her than the gayest bower. And oft did she ask, "Are we almost there?"

 But her voice grew faint and f1usi'd cheek pale !; Aud they strove to soolhe her, with useless care, As her sighs would escape on the evening gale. Then swiftly, more swiftly t4ey hnrrledher on

 utanXious hearts felt chill despair; For when the light of that eye was gone, And the quick pulse siopp'd, she was almost there