Literary Cadet And Rhode Island Statesman

There will be found more of true sentiment, gentle and refined feeling, in the following Ballad, than is generally found in an equal number of lines. It forcibly reminds us of a beautiful ballad, by Coleridge, which we have often read with satisfaction. We found it in the Virginia Herald, to which paper it was communicated by a correspondent, who prefaced it with the following remark. "I met accidentally with a manuscript copy of the following beautiful Ballad. I never have seen it in print, and am ignorant of its author's name."

THE ORPHAN AND LORD LINSEY WOOLSEY.

Pity my Lord, the wretched plight
Of a lone orphan, faint and weary
No bower by day, no bed by night,
Lodged to tempests, wild and dreary

I have no friend, I have no home,
Alas! I know not where to wander
But I was told you, Lord, were come

To help the poor, to save the mourner.