Then Fancy, her magical pinions spread wide, The jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the thatch, 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; Ah! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye? He springs from his hammock -he flies to the deck- 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; Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, O sailor-boy! sailor-boy! peace to thy soul! DIMOND. X. MISCELLANEOUS. O, HARK! what mean those yells and cries? He comes! I see his glaring eyes! Now, now my dungeon grate he shakes! Help! help!-he's gone! O, fearful woe, I am not mad- but soon shall be ! M. G. LEWIS. YE crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! 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?" The bachelors all were sold off in a trice, And forty old maidens some younger, some older - O MEN, with sisters dear! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! 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 Two travellers of such a cast, HOOD. : Discoursed a while, 'mongst other matter, "Hold, there," the other quick replies, "'Tis green As late with open mouth it lay, ""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, |