SUNSHINE.

This is a pretty volume of light verse,—light indeed; no feather can be more buoyant than its lines. It would be strange if it were not so, for they are totally unencumbered by matter : no poem in the volume can boast of more than one idea, and that is always of the simplest class. What matters it? the measure trips lightly; the rhymes jingle like bells ; and the little procession of stanzas dance about and out of sight as gayly as a moonlight party of fai- lies. We will quote a couple of specimens—

THE LAY OF A YOUNGER SON.

I wonder how the Chancellor thinks we younger sons can live ; He's cutting down his pension-list—no sinecures he'll give. /win not pore o'er musty books, whatever others do, Or sully my white hands with ink, from twelve o'clock till two.

I never do get up till one (I hope I never shall), • I never keep but one account (that is with Tattersall), I cut soy regiment when they cut mustaches from each lip, Though harder 'tis to live without my money than my tip.

I can't give up the opera,. I can't give up my,club ; " I can't give up my betting-book—I won't ; ay, there's the rub ;" Id go to India, but the sun would turn my black hair grey ; Besides, what would be done at home, if I should go away ?

Marry an heiress ! I did think of doing that before, But matrimony's holy bands would be a deuced bore; Women look so suspiciously, one's every word they scan, Toss up their swan-like necks and say, "Sir, you're a married man." Ha! a thought strikes me; Lean write satire, romance, or poem : A fashionable novel tells, with racy, taking proem.

So C— shall give five hundred pounds; I'll print three times a year— Yes, that will do—nine vols, per ann.—just fiftema hundred clear.

But people now have ceased to read—no matter, let them try; The circulating libraries at least are forced to buy. And then reviews—with ready praise they gild the dullest vapours, And lavish puffs as rich as pearls, to quote in morning papers.

If still-the work shouki filltweell, we'll say it is suppressed, Which sure will raise inquiring thoughts in every female breast ; So thus my novel cannot fa to meet a rich requital—. go to C--- at once, and vane two hundred—on the title !

THE FAMILY MAN.

I'm quite a family man, at least My house is filled with noise, I once was rather fond of girls, And very fond of boys : Before I had my own, I oft Have romped, and played, and ran; Upon my word it's different, Now I'm a family man !

When to my study I retire, They kick against the door; If for a half hour's sleep I try, They're very sure to roar. Then there's my wife, plague take her life, She is my greatest ban : I think that I was mad to try . Tube a family man !

-Sometimes away from home I stay A trifle late at night ; Then vague conjectures and curtain lectures Last till the morning's light : Thus quiet I shall never see, And peace I never can ; Oh! would I could forget that I Am such a family man !

isks Inl stuagralmanfterelintier; they come for their dessert, ; 'The wine they spill, the fruit they iteal, And in My face throw dirt : I do declare, it's very rare To get of rest one span; ! how alas! comes it to pass, I am a &hilly man?

All, all is Wo wherc'er I go, c And vaiait is to mourn; I wonder hcrw my aching brow

So long such things have borne. wish I could get rid of thein-+ I wish I knew some plan ; vain, in vain, I must remaini- Satatoselosts familysnlaiirr

Day after day, I'm getting grey, I cannot bear it longer, Pale is soy cheek, my eyes are weak, My cough is getting stronger ; I can't afford too abroad, From England to Japan, The children squall, the servants bawl,

I AM a family man !