Literature.

Ireland scholarship , " For the Promotion of Classical Learning and Taste ; " iu the same year , the Chancellor ' s prize for Latin verse , " Avium migrafciones ; " and , in 1854 , the Eldon law scholarship . The Builder says that the Dublin National Gallery is proceeding , being now more than half up , aucl first floor of joists laid . It will be connected with the Royal Dublin Society ' s house by a Corinthian colonnade of quadrant form , and similar to that uniting the corresponding

Aving of tho Museum , with the exception that the screen AA'all between the pillars will be omitted . AAlthout referring to the merits of these new buildings , the Royal Dublin Society ' s premises ivill surely be rendered more architecturally important by their erection , and that body will have no reason to regret their concession of the site of the 1 S 53 Industrial Exhibition . Messrs . Cockburn are the contractors , and the iron girders , & c ., are being supplied from the Oxman Toivn foundry , Mr . AA * .

Turner , proprietor . Tlie monument to Agues Burns , eldest sister to Robert Burns , has been erected in Sfc . Nicholas churchyard , Dundalk , where the mortal remains of the poet ' s favourite sister are interred . The monument has a very chaste and characteristic effect . About £ 70 was contributed by the inhabitants of Dundalk and its vicinity towards the erection of the monument .

It is stated that busts of Cicero and Agrippina and a statue of Apollo , all iu bronze , were found a few days ago in remoi-ing some earth for a road near Pompeii , and were placed in the Museum at Naples . The exhibition of the ivorks of living artists , which was to have taken place in the Museum at Naples in June last , has been fixed for the 1 st September next . The Lombardia . announces that King Victor Emmanuel has directed

the minister of his household to entrust to two Lombard artists the execution of two paintings , one representing the battle of Solferino , and the other the taking of San Martiuo , an episode of the same battle in ivhich the Piedmontese , who formed the left wing of the allied army , n-ere the sole actors . His majesty has also signified his pleasure that a Lombard sculptor be commissioned to execute a marble monument recording the heroic defence of the city of Brescia against the Austrian troops in 18-19

The cost of all these works of arfc is to be defrayed by the privy purse . Some people AA'ill be surprised to hear , not that Leigh Hunt is dead , but that he duly died on Sunday last . He had scarcely exceeded the age allotted to man ( he was in his seventy-fifth year ) , and yet , to almost all but an inner circle of friends , he was one of a generation long since passeel away . Hazlitt , Lamb , Shelley , Byron—these are the names with ivhich the name of Leigh Hunt will ei'er be associated . He has outlived them all . Some of them perished in early youth , and he , their friend , has lived to

see the judgment of posterity passeel ou those whom he knew in the intimate intercourse of every-day life . Leigh Hunt played a conspicuous part during a stormy period in our political history . Whatever differences of opinion may separate between him and us , no English journalist can ever forget what he once suffered for that freedom of the press which , partly through his exertions , is now orre of the brightest features in the British constitution , and the proudest boast of Englishmen . If

we do not agree with his political opinions , we cannot but thank the man who stood forward as a champion or . a free press in days ivhen the liberty of writing ivas scarcely understood even in this country . Leigh Hunt has outlived all the opposition he once encountered , aud those who only knew him in later years , found it hard to realize in that genial , venerable old man , full of pleasant anecdote , the uncompromising partisan who defied a government fifty years ago . And yet he kept working

on to the last—working with all the fire and energy of youth ; for no one who read his last "Occasional" in the Spectator of Saturday , August 20 fch , a week before his death , ivould have believed that the hand that penned it would so soon be cold in death . He is noiv gone from us for- ever ' , and almost the last link is severed which united us wifch the writers , wits , and poets of the early part of this century . A more kindly , more loving , more sympathising nature was never known than his , and his death has left a blank which it ivill be difficult indeed to fill .

PRESENTATION . —AVe have just had submitted to our notice a very choice specimen of artistic workmanship , in the shape of a presentation cup , the work of Bro . AVyon , of most graceful proportion , with grapes and foliage clustering about , chased up with all the care of a Benvenuto Celliui ; it stands upon a black marble cube adorned with monograms . The inscription bears the names of two brethren known by almost everybody , it is this— "An expression of personal esteem from AV . Campbell Sleigh to John Mott Thearle , 1859 . " The first we ueed not remind our readers is the eminent criminal lawyer , and the second our esteemed brother , the Masonic jeweller of Fleet-street .

Poetry.

Poetry .

SIR MARMADUKE POLE . BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAJt . SIR MAIOIADTJKK POLE Ai-as a sturdy old knight , Who in war and in peace had done every man right ; He lived with his neighbours in loving accord , Save the Abbot and Monks , whom he fiercely abhorr'd ,

This rough old Sir Marmaeluke Pole . He sat like a king in his old castle hall , AVith guests round his table , and servants at call ; He whoop ' cl to the falcon , he hunted the deer , — If clown by the Abbey , his comrades eould hear A growl from Sir Marmaduke Pole . NOAV Sir Marmaduke lay on his leave-taking bed ;

And he smiled on the mourners , and tranquilly said , " I can trust my poor soul to the Lord God of . Heaven , Though living uupriesfced , and dying uushiiv ' u , - Say goodbye to old Marmaduke Pole . " But his lady and others do sorely repine He thus should decease like an ox or a sivine . A message in haste to the Abbey they send ; For there ' s frosfc on the tongue , and the arm cannot bend , Of sturdy Sir Marmaduke Pole .

Says my Lady , " Too long have I yielded my mind . " Says Iticliard , " To go with the world I'm inclined . " " 0 Mother of Mercy ! " sobs Jane his young spouse , " 0 Saviour , thou Avert not disoivn'd iu this house !" And she prays for Sir Marmaduke Pole . Good Abbot Ambrosius forgets every wrong , And speeds to the gate ivhich repell ' cl him so long .

The stair ( " Pax vobiscum !' ' ) is strange to his tread . He jiuts everyone forth . There ' s no voice from the bed Of quiet Sir Marmaduke Pole . Again the door opens ; they enter the place , Pale , rigid , aud stern , lies the well belov'd face . " The Church , through God ' s mercy and blessed Saint John , Has received iu her bosom a penitent son . "

So parted Sir Marmaeluke Pole . AA'ho feasts with Sir Richard 1 AYho shrives Lady Jane ? AVhose mule to the Castle , jogs right without rein ? Our Abbey lias moorland anel nieacloivland wide , AVhere , hawking and hunting , so proudly AA'onld ride This headstrong Sir Marmaduke Pole . In the chancel the } ' buried Sir Marmaduke Pole ;

And sang many masses for good of his soul . Amidst praying and chiming , and incense and flame , His bones fell to dust . You may still read his name In blurr'd letters , —Sir Marmaduke Pole .

BY THE LATE CHARLOTTE BRONTE . COLD in the earth and deep snow piled above thee , Far , far removed , cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot , my only love , to love thee , Severed at last by Time's all severing wave . Now , when alone my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on that northern shore

, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever , ever more . Cold in the earth , and fifteen ivild Decembers From those broivu hills have melted into spring : Faithful , indeed , the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering ! Sweet love of youthforgive if I forget thee

, , While the world ' s tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me , Hopes which obscure , but cannot do thee wrong . No later light has lightened up my heaven , No second morn has ever shone for- me ; All my life ' s bliss from thy dear life given—All my life ' s bliss is in the grave with thee .

But when the clays of golden dreams had perished , Aucl ov ' n despair was powerless to destroy ; Then did I learn existencejcould he cherished , Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy . Then did I check the tears of useless passion ^—AVeaned my young soul frorn yearning after thine ; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten JD OAVU to that tomb already more than mine .

REMEMBRANCE .