Why bends his sad and languid glance Where, near his heart, that picture lieSf AfFection^s fond inheritance, With sunny smile and loving eyes t

Alas ! upon that face no more The eager gaze of hope can turnj The dream of early love is o'er, And ne'er again its fires will burn ; A shade is gathering o'er each tress, A gloom is lingering on the brow. And all its budding loveliness Is stained with tears of anguish now.

Brave, yet devoted ! On thy head The bolt, by others forged, shall fall ; And history on thy name shall shed Of fate, the wormwood and the gall; Yet wert thou noble -- and thy soul The battle and the storm withstood, Till bending to a stern control, 'Twas by a traitor's lure subdued.

Peace to thy shade, ill-fated one ! Though in the abbey's lengthened aisle,*

* Memorial to Major John Andre in Westminster Abbey, England.

This is a neat monument in s'.atuary marble, composed of a sarcophagus, elevated on a pedestal, upon the panel of which is engraved the following inscription:

" Sacred to the memory of IMajor Andr^, who, raised by his merit, at an early period of life, to the rank of adjutant-general of the British forces in America, and employed in an important, but hazardous enterprise, fell a sacrifice to his zeal for his king and country, on the 2d of October, 1780, aged twenty-nine, universally beloved and esteemed by the army in which he served, and lamented even by his foes. His gracious sovereign, King George the Third, has caused this monument to be erected."