Heard ye not the Demon flapping
    His exulting wings aloud? 
  And his mate her wild hands clapping
    From yon scowling thunder-cloud? 
  By the fireflaucht’s gleamy flashing
    The doomed vessel ye may spy,
  With the billows o’er her dashing—­
  Hark (Oh God!) that fearful cry!

  Seven hundred human voices
    In that shriek came on the blast! 
  Ha! the Tempest-Fiend rejoices—­
    For all earthly aid is past! 
  White as smoke the surge is showering
    O’er the cliffs that sea-ward frown,
  While the greedy gulph, devouring,
    Like a dragon sucks them down.

The Plates are excellent:  two or three fancy portraits beam with loveliness; Christ entering Jerusalem, engraved by E.J.  Roberts, from Martin, is a sublime scene of “the glorious city of God;” and Corfu and the Bridge of Alva, from drawings by Purser, maintain the promising excellence of his pencil.

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Printed and published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near Somerset House,) London, sold by G.G.  BENNIS, 55, Rue Neuve, St. Augustin, Paris; CHARLES JUGEL, Francfort; and by all Newsmen and Booksellers.