POETRY.

IRISH MELODY
Oh. Erin, sweet Erin. thy strains

 To tho hcart-broken exile are dear; And each note in its sweetness remains Long, long on the listening ear. Dui even when those should pc gay.

 Such sorrow is mixed with their tone, And each note melts so slowly away, That our hearts feel the sadness alone! Oh, 'tis thus when life's sunshine is o'er, And its visions in darkness are hid, Whenethe friends of our youth are no more, And our hearts will not beat as they did k sonnd will bring hack thoughts that

 passed

 Like shadow OCT all that is glad; We may laugh as we will, but, alas! The sound of our laughter is sad.