The melancholy death of Dr. ANDREW Tnomsow excited a sen-
sation in Scotland which has moved one of her sons to express his feelings in verse. The lines on this lamented individual are written with some poetic impulse ; and among the accumulation of poetic analogies—and this is the characteristic of the poem—there are some of beauty and force. The following stanza presents a very favourable specimen.
"A light upon the hill-top gleams no more !
A voice is silent on the rock-girt shore But there are sounds of sorrow in the glen ; There is a sadness in the haunts of men ; From the soft Tweed to Sumburgh's fitful head, My country mourns a prophet-spirit fled ; Through the long strath the wail is sad and lone ; In the throned mart there is a soften'd tone;
Where the small kirk its little belfry rears,
There is the silent eloquence of years !
In Israel a master is no more;
A guard is taken from the temple-door-; A watchman from the tower is atriolsen downs
A shepherd from his bleating flock is gone; A warrior of the van is captive led ; A priest and prophet mingles with the dead I"
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