Monza, a Legend. BPItfliazies Ross. (D. G. Berri.)—A trifling theme
may be made a true poem by its form, but Mr. Ross has not succeeded in making " Morna " anything. His versification is harsh and obscure, and tempts one into thinking that he lis,s no very definite meaning. Take the following address to "Neglect." —
"Neglect ! how terrible a charm Surrounds thy marble head, Not even Hope with strength can arm, For Hope herself has fled.
Oh! close thine eyes, which never warm, So sleepless, yet so dead."