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Then Fancy, her magical pinions spread wide,
And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise:
Now far, far behind him the green waters glide,
And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.

The jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the thatch,
And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall;
All trembling with transport, he raises the latch,
And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.

A father bends o'er him with looks of delight,

His cheek is impearled with a mother's warm tear; And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite

With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear.

The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast;
Joy quickens his pulse all hardships seem o'er;
And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest:
"Kind Fate, thou hast blessed me; I ask for no more."

Ah! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye?
Ah! what is that sound which now. larums his ear?
'Tis the lightning's red glare, painting hell on the sky!
'Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere !

He springs from his hammock -he flies to the deck-
Amazement confronts him with images dire —
Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel awreck-
The masts fly in splinters the shrouds are on fire!

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In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save;

Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell,

And the death-angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave!

O sailor-boy! woe to thy dream of delight!

In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss ; Where now is the picture that Fancy touched bright, Thy parents' fond pressure, and love's honeyed kiss?

O sailor-boy! sailor-boy! never again

Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay; Unblessed and unhonored, down deep in the main, Full many a score fathom, thy frame shall decay.

No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee,

Or redeem form or frame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be, And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge!

On beds of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid;
Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow;
Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made;
And every part suit to thy mansion below.

Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,
And still the vast waters above thee shall roll:
Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye:

O sailor-boy! sailor-boy! peace to thy soul!

DIMOND.

X. MISCELLANEOUS.

O, HARK! what mean those yells and cries?
His chain some furious madman breaks!

He comes! I see his glaring eyes!

Now, now my dungeon grate he shakes!

Help! help!-he's gone! O, fearful woe,
Such screams to hear, such sights to see!
My brain, my brain! I know, I know

I am not mad- but soon shall be !

M. G. LEWIS.

YE crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
I hold to you the hands you first beheld,
To show they still are free. Methinks I hear
A spirit in your echoes answer me,

And bid your tenant welcome to his home.

J. S. KNOWLES.

HUSH! 'tis a holy hour! the quiet room

Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds A faint and starry radiance through the gloom,

And the sweet stillness, down on bright young heads, With all their clustering locks untouched by care, And bowed, as flowers are bowed with night, in prayer.

B. BARTON,

THE auctioneer, then, in his labor began,

And called out aloud, as he held up a man,

"How much for a bachelor? Who wants to buy?"
In a twink, every maiden responded, "I-I!”
In short, at a hugely extravagant price,

The bachelors all were sold off in a trice,

And forty old maidens some younger, some older -
Each lugged an old bachelor home on her shoulder.

O MEN, with sisters dear!

O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

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In poverty, hunger, and dirt,

Sewing at once, with a double thread,

A shroud as well as a shirt!

XI. THE CHAMELEON.

OFT has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark,
With eyes that hardly served at most
To guard their master 'gainst a post;
Yet round the world the blade has been,
To see whatever could be seen.
Returning from his finished tour,
Grown ten times perter than before,
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The travelled fool your mouth will stop:
"Sir, if my judgment you'll allow -
I've seen and sure I ought to know"
So begs you'd pay a due submission,
And acquiesce in his decision.

Two travellers of such a cast,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed,
And on their way, in friendly chat,
Now talked of this, and then of that,

HOOD.

:

Discoursed a while, 'mongst other matter,
Of the chameleon's form and nature.
"A stranger animal," cries one,
"Sure never lived beneath the sun :
A lizard's body, lean and long,
A fish's head, a serpent's tongue;
Its foot with triple claw disjoined,
And what a length of tail behind!
How slow its pace! and then its hue.
Who ever saw so fine a blue?"

"Hold, there," the other quick replies,
I saw it with these eyes,

"'Tis green

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As late with open mouth it lay,
And warmed it in the sunny ray;
Stretched at its ease the beast I viewed,
And saw it eat the air for food."
"I've seen it, sir, as well as you,
And must again affirm it blue:
At leisure I the beast surveyed
Extended in the cooling shade."

""Tis green, 'tis green, sir, I assure ye!" "Green!" cries the other in a fury;

"Why, sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes?" "Twere no great loss," the friend replies; "For, if they always serve you thus, You'll find them but of little use."

So high at last the contest rose,

From words they almost came to blows;

When luckily came by a third :

To him the question they referred,

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