5. THE WARNING.—Anonymous. The fly around the candle wheels, The flame like lightning, singe his wings; Thou, child of pleasure, art the fly Caught with a taper's dazzling glare; Thou art the bird, that meets an eye Alluring to the serpent's snare : Oh! stay;-is reason fled ?-is conscience dumb? Be wise-be warned,-escape the wrath to come. Not swifter o'er the level course The racer glances to the goal, Than thou with blind and headlong force, Art running on-to lose thy soul : Then, though thou win the world, how dear the cost! Can the whole world avail a spirit lost? 6. DEATH.-Cunningham. Fleet are the rapid moments! fly they must; Soothe, with his melody, insatiate death? Or monarchs plant ten thousand guards around, Unerring, and unseen, the shaft of fate Strikes the devoted victim to the ground' What then avails ambition's wide-stretched wing, 7. THE DYING HORSE.- -Blackett. Heaven! what enormous strength does death possess ' To grasp that strong-boned horse, and, spite of all Which gave such vigor to those strong-nerved limbs, This noble workmanship of nature thus Nay sneak not off thus cowardly!-Poor fools, As is the lifeless subject of my thoughts' Retire! yet first proclaim this sacred truth: Falls to the earth, 'tis heaven that gives the blow. 8. Who says TO-MORROW.- —Anonymous. "To-morrow still is mine?" As if his eye could peer Through the thick mists of future time, How canst thou tell to-morrow's sun Hast thou not seen the eager child He almost grasped it as he smiled, And oh has not to-morrow seemed, Where is to-morrow? hidden deep And, who shall smile, or who shall weep, And he that lives upon to-morrow, Shall often drink the cup of sorrow. But should to-morrow never rise, What other scenes would meet thee? Were earth to vanish from thine eyes, Would heaven's bright splendors greet thee? Oh! then it matters not to thee, Even should "to-morrow" never be. 9. THE FLIGHT OF XERXES.-Jewsbury. I saw him on the battle-eve, When, like a king, he bore him,— Proud hosts in glittering helm and greave, And prouder chiefs before him: The warrior, and the warrior's deedsThe morrow, and the morrow's meeds,— No daunting thoughts came o'er him; He looked around him, and his eye Defiance flashed to earth and sky. He looked on ocean,-its broad breast On earth and saw, from east to west, While rock, and glen, and cave, and coast, He heard the imperial echoes ring,- He stood;-fleet, army, treasure,—gone,— Alone, and in despair! But wave and wind swept ruthless on, For they were monarchs there; And Xerxes, in a single bark, Where late his thousand ships were dark. What a revenge-a trophy, this—— 10 THE AMERICAN PATRIOT'S SONG.—Anonymous. Hark! hear ye the sounds that the winds on their pinions With a voice that resounds through her boundless dominions? "Tis Columbia calls on her sons to be free! Behold on yon summits, where heaven has throned her, And the cataract's thunder and foam at her feet! In the breeze of her mountains her loose locks are shaken, While the soul-stirring notes of her warrior-song From the rock to the valley re-echo, “Awaken, 66 Awaken ye hearts that have slumbered too long!" Yes, despots! too long did your tyranny hold us, In a vassalage vile, ere its weakness was known; Till we learned that the links of the chain that controlled us Were forged by the fears of its captives alone. That spell is destroyed, and no longer availing, Are roused by remembrance and steeled by despair. Go tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw The proud surges that sweep o'er the strand that confines them But presume not again to give freemen a law, Nor think with the chains they have broken to bind them. To hearts that the spirit of liberty flushes, Resistance is idle, and numbers a dream ; They burst from control, as the mountain-stream rushes 11. THE VICTIM.-Anonymous. "Hand me the bowl, ye jovial band," |