Lines composed on seeing a skylark ascend into the air from off a tombstone in the Carlisle Cemetery: --------- Like some fair vision rising from the tomb, Soaring aloft toward th’ eternal home, See yonder lark, on pinions widely spread, Chanting its requiem o’er the silent dead. Hearken ! Oh, hearken to the thrilling strain, Now softly falling, rise, and fall again; Whilst neighbouring songsters join to swell the choir, In sweetest melody -- Seraphic ! grand ! ----- Transforming all this consecrated land, Bespread with flowers, into a paradise, >From whence, e’er long, a band of saints shall rise, To meet their coming Saviour in the skies; Striking their harps in unison to sing A loud hosanna to th’ Eternal King. ISAAC LONGRIGG, Carlisle.