Aurorean peach! thy chearful bloom above
Brings to my soul the tints of her I love.
With thee, the gentle Amadee may vie,
Nymph of the modest blush and lustral eye.
Now drops of light on germs of life appear,
Hah! next the weeping willow greets the year;
Yet gossamers 'mid its boughs are strung,
And time, revived, again looks young.

INSCRIBED TO COMMODORE JOHN RODGERS.

Intrepid veteran of the wave,
Rodgers!-whose fame could terror bring
TO THEM-the boldest of the brave,
The chosen of their island king.
Veteran! ere time's imperious sway
Has brought the high meridian hour,
Or changed one jetty lock to gray,
Or touch'd thee with its wizard power;
Attend! for thou art Glory's son,

Born 'mid the battle's blaze to shine,
And known, when Danger's deed is done,
To make the mildest mercies thine.
Hear what the poet-prophet knows,
Triumph is thine; and, added fame,
Even ere the annual summer glows,
The deadly contest meets thy claim.
The green Atlantic felt thy sway,

As erst from dawn to fading light,
Thy hero-helm's impetuous way,
Pursued the foe's elusive flight.
That green Atlantic is thy field,

Boston, 1813.

There-though redoubling hosts assail
The Ocean's Lord to thee shall yield,
And thee-humane in victory-hail.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

TO GILBERT STUART, ESQ.

Upon his intended portrait of the beautiful wife of one of our naval heroeshaving already completed that of her illustrious husband.

STUART, I charge thy genius, try

To catch the enchantment of that eye;
Let her the fairest of the fair-
The myrtle wreaths of Venus wear,
While round her happy hero's brow
The laurels of a nation flow.

That neck let floating curls entwine,
Make all its pearly treasures thine,
Be thy creative thought obeyed,
And call to life the featured shade:
Just touch the cheek with dawning red,
Soft as the leaf from roses shed.

But for the deeper lip prepare,

The rubied bud which ripens there-
Since, never to thy critic eyes,
May there an earthly equal rise;
I charge thy genius, let it be

Reflecting her, and speaking thee.

S. W.

MORTUARY-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

DEPARTED this life, at New Orleans, on the 28th of February, in the twenty-sixth year of his age, Mr. GEORGE ANDREWS, youngest son of the Rev. John Andrews, D. D. late Provost of the University of Pennsylvania.

The early principles of piety and of a correct education, with which his youthful mind was imbued by his parents, combining with natural gentleness of disposition, and great urbanity of manners, commanded the respect and esteem of all who enjoyed the pleasure of his acquaintance.

THIS view on Lake Champlain is taken about two miles from S. Keensborough (or, as it is sometimes called, Whitehall) at the bottom of the lake where the steamboat starts for St. Johns. At this end of the lake it becomes very narrow and reduced nearly to the size of a creek: the scenery on either side is rocky, and in many places rises almost perpendicular, which, with the abrupt turnings of this narrow termination of the lake, often presents beautiful subjects for the pencil.

CRITICISM.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

CUM TABULIS ANIMUM CENSORIS SUMET HONESTI.-Hor.

Memoirs of the life of George Frederick Cooke; esquire, late of the Theatre Covent Garden, by William Dunlap. 2 vols. Newyork, published by D. Longworth, pp. 803.

An important change is now taking place in the minds of our countrymen on the subject of departed men. "De mortuis