POETRY.

FoR THE ENQUIRER. THE CHOLERA MORBUS.
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The worlds grown wicked,

 And many signs and portents have procaim'd

 change ai hand ;eand an o'erw helming doom

 To perishable beings" Byron. On in thy might, destroyer-there is joy Yet in the world unblasted-and tone By the bright hearth-fres waking laughingly The echoes of the midnight. On in might! For there are hearts unbroken; and bright eyes Undimm'd by sorrow; anta gush In manI,ood's fiery pulse that hath not known Thy fearful desolation.

 On in might! There is terror at thy footsteps' fall, In the proud ones of earth; the kingly form Hath robbed itself in sackcloth. and the nerve Of the proud heart hath tremblod-and the arm Of.he strong man is palsied-and soft love Blasted in its young buddings-and the bloom Faded from beauty's cheek-lhe untasted cup Dash'd to the earth in ierror-and the song Ceas'd by the banquet-and along thy track The cry of desolaiion-and the wall Of utter anguisIs-and the burning tear From the lone orphans eye-the widows prayer ln her wild agony. Oh, fearful one! Such are the offerings of a world to thee. And yet thon hast a lesson, thing of blood, Writ on thy gloomy front" Great is the Lord When he hath rous'd his anger''-how the earth, And ihe wild world of waters, andthe deep Foundations of the everlasting hills, Shrink from his fearful presence. Night and day, And the glad voice of spsing time, and the song or the bright bird in heaven, the joyous tone Ofthe free summer wnters, aad the wild Rejoicings Of the autumn, seem to tell or joy and peace and IOue-bnt Hsou, dark one, Withthy deep blOod-red forehead-thoE dost tell A tale of fear-Oh! let the trsmbler hear The thunder ofthy message and be wise. r SEDLEY.