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And of the love that lives beyond the grave !
And those who die by the assassin's hand,
And even those who fall upon the field
Of glorious battle, feel the shock of death--
A fearful shock perchance. But ye who lie
Dying at home, take courage from the thought,
That through the darkened valley love will guide
Thy step until the last dim shade hath fled,
And thou dost wake to life, and light, and joy,
Before the throne of God.

THE POET'S SONG TO THE STARS.

Paraphrased from the German of Körner.
Ou, ye that calmly move-
In holy peace above-
Ruled by harmonious love-

Since first the world was new !
Oh, solemn stars of night!
Upon your path of light-
Eternal, pure, and bright-

I speak to you !
While trustingly I gaze
Upon your shining rays,
A tender softness plays

Within my breast and brain.
Sweet stars! I have but three
Fond wishes dear to me,-
Oh, do not let them be

Breath'd forth in vain !

Teach yo the poet this :-to nurse with care
His energies of mind, its healthy powers
Of calm endurance, and its cheerful thoughts
Of hope and love; to sink not though the blight
Seems setting on his heart ; to rise again-
Ah! and again–from grief's o'erpowering wave,
And to look upward ever to the stars
Shining above earth's dust,

The love that I have known,The love I thought my own,It fails !- and left alone,

Mine is a joyless lot! Restore that love wbich blest The poet's clinging breast; This is my first request

Refuse it not !

I saw Time standing by the dark sea-shore,
And casting summer roses on the wave
Fast hastening onwards, past the things of life,
I thought of that fair future promised us
When time no longer is to gather up
Our treasures for the tomb of those blessed

words,
" There shall be no more sea!"

EMMA B.

And deem it not too hard, Oh, stars ! to grant the bard One-only one-reward

For all his glowing lays ! The lyre beneath my hand, Oh, let it but command In this, my Fatherland,

One voice of praise !

HOME AND FRIENDS.

And when death's hour is nigh,
Then swan-like let me die,
And sunwards let me iv,-

A singer pure and true !
When hence I shall depart,
Oh, bear my servent heart,
From sorrow s piercing dart,
Sweet stars, to you!

ALICIA J. SPARROW.

Oh, there's a power to make each hour

As sweet as heaven design'd it; Nor need we roim to bring it home,

Though few there be that find it We seek too high for things close by,

And lose what nature found us : For life hath here no charm so dear

As Home and Friends around us ! We oft destroy the present joy

For future hopes—and praise them; Whilst flowers as sweet bloom at our feet,

If we'd but stoop to raise them! For things afar still sweetest are

When youth's bright spell bath bound us : But soon we're taught that earth hath nought

Like Home and Friends around us !

FRAGMENTS.

The bitterness of death is felt by those
Who lie neglected on a foreign shore,
With no kind eye to watch the pallid brow,
With no sweet voice to speak of hope and heaven,

The friends that speed in time of need,

When Hope's last reed is shaken, To show us still, that, come what will,

We are not quite forsaken :

Though all were night; if but the light In its fallen nature see,

From Friendship's altar crown'd us, Vain its strugglings up must be,
'Twould prove the bliss of earth was this- Yet its spirit cannot fly
Our Home and Friends around us !

From its immortality.
CHARLES Swain.

On, on, on! no stop, no rest!
It is on earth a pilgrim guest
Not a dweller-all in vain ;
Upwards cannot pass the stain
On its essence ! But beside

The pathway doth á fountain glide.
THE PROGRESS OF A SOUL. Here that saddened pilgrim may

Wash the darksome stains away,
BY MRS. JAMES GRAY.

And drink from that eternal spring,

Draughts that shall sustain its wing, Lit by the Creator's hand,

Till it reach the bright abode By his breath to brightness fanned,

Of Him who traced its upward roadWeak and scarce discerned at birth,

Its Maker and Redeemer-God! Comes the pilgrim soul to earth,

Where the tree of life doth grow, Shrined within the babe's frail frame,

Where the living waters flow, Never dreaming whence it came,

It shall rest, no more disturbed ; Never dreaning of the powers

No wild passions to be curbed ; Slumbering in its depthe-the seeds

No more struggling to be gone,
Of many thoughts, and words, and deeds ;

On, on, on!
Never knowing how it feeds;
Never counting passing hours,
Yet every hour increased and brightening,
Every day the bondage tightening
Which must fetter it while here,
Wanderer through this darkened sphere.

TO A YOUNG FRIEND.
Yet, though earthly ties are round it,

BY MRS. JAMES GRAY.
Though the shroud of day hath bound it,
Still it struggles to gone,

Maiden! we met, we loved, and now we partOn, on, on!

Ours have been pleasant hours,

Passed by the sea, or amidst sweetest flowers, Through the infant's wailing sadness,

While heart grew close to heart.
And its gleams of quiet gladness,
Soon of inward thoughts and feelings

Ours was no common love, no childish dreamingCome the short but sure revealings.

We spake not of it oft ; When it clasps the offered flower,

But in our souls we felt it calm and soft,
Feeling beauty's thrilling power-

And from our eyes 'twas beaming.
When its eye will clearly scan
Common things with look intense-

And yet we are far different-thy sweet life Brightened hath the intelligence

Å bright and pleasant rill, That shall after be the sense

All beautiful, and pure, and singing still-
Of the full-grown, careful man-

Mine the dark ocean's strife,
Then it is forever striving
With Thought's ocean, floating, driving;

Or dead, not calm! The river seeks the sea, Wondering, with most wondrous glee,

Pouring its stainless waves That such things indeed should be.

Into the ocean's deep-embosomed caves—
Truths that on the surface lie,

So came thy thoughts to me!
Seem its own discovery.
Might it but thus happy stray,

We part ! yet sweet! we never shall forget Ever in this stage delay?

'Each other-many a thing No! its task must all be done

Simple and done in carelessness, shall cling On, on, on!

To memory fondly yet. On ! through all the Cloudland wrought

Thou wilt remember me whene'er thy thought From dreaming fancy mixed with thought;

Is fixed on grassy bank, On through all the heavier clouds,

Or weedy pond, or water-lily dank,
Where the lightning Passion shrouds;

That we so dearly sought.
Onward still, to the clear air,
Of cloud, and mist, and tempest bare ;

And with the sweet wild thyme, or yellow furze, But is this the soul ? Alas!

And the full-sounding seaWhat stains of dark and clinging clay- Blended with things like these my form will be, What dust has gathered by the way

When thy dear memory stirs.
What earthly fire is in its ray?
It may no farther pass.

I shall remember thee, too—not with flowers, Upwards it hath striven till now,

For with full many a one, But its wings are drooping low;

wept from the world, like lightning seen and It cannot bear the clearer space

gone, That leadeth to a holy place ;

I've sat in summer bowers

more.

Not with the rippling of the stormless wave- No more dining out! there's no dining alone, A dearer e'en than thou,

For who calls a dinner a crust and a bone ? Once watched it with me, and I've buried now Not a rap of your own, you'll get none at your Such memories in Hope'o grave.

door,

Excepting duns' raps-you'll get them and no But when I see a rose in its full prime,

A cloud all pure and bright,
A single star with richer, fuller light

Your actions are passive, you do on compulsion, Than most in our cold clime ;

Your drink is the cooling teetotal emulsion;

Your wine-bins are empty, you've nothing in Then I will think of thee, and thy bright eye,

storeRadiant with happiness

There's a rat starv'd to death in your pantry-no Then, stor-like, shall thy treasured image bless

more. My dark, chill memory.

Who now doffs his hat as you pass ? Man,

you're needy ! You know you've « had losses," your broadcloth

is seedy ;

Your mots are not quoted, the smiling is o'er,
LIGHT AND SHADE.

Your purse is the cause, that is sparkling no

more.

BY OLIVER SELWYN.

"Dum eris felix multng numerabis amicos,

Gold's a very good thing, though the love of it's Tempora si fuerint nubila solis eris."

bad I et a man be thought rich and his sky will be (I know who'd be better if more gold he had !); clear;

But a cord for the cut-purse who cuts you when All the world will flock round him and bid him

poorgood cheer;

When your gilt is rubbed off-that's the rub! The doctor will smile, and the squire doff his

So no more. hat, And the ladies will bend, and wave hands, and

all that.

BY MRS CRAWFORD.

Well to do in the world ? Then of friends you've THE GIPSY COUNTESS *-A DUET.

no lack;
You'll daily find cards in the hall-quite a pack-
Invitations to dine, to the social chit-chat, Oh! how can a poor Gipsy maiden like me
To the musical soirée, balls, whist, and all that.

Hope to keep the proud heart of a noble like

thee? Your wife at baza ars will sit down at a stand,

To some bright jewel'd beauty thy vows will be With old Lady Mouser upon her right hand;

paid, Nolens volens, yourself will be clapp'd up at And thou wilt forget her, the poor Gipsy maid. Public meetings to speak, motions make, and all that.

Earl.

Away with that thought! I am ee, I am free You'll be asked for permission your name to put To devole all the love of my spirit to thee; down

Young rose of the wilderness, blushing and On all the committee lists printed in town.

sweet, For the post of C.C. your good friend Latitat, All my heart all my fortunes I'll lay at thy feet.

“You're so fit you must stand," and all that.

By yon bright moon above !

Gipsy. That can change like man's love ; Your wine's the most racy that ever was tasted, Earl. By the sun's constant ray ! Your game the most goûtant that ever was basted ; Gipsy. That night's tears chase away; Your dog is a model, a dear is your cat, A cherub your babe-loadies say-and all that,

Earl.

Oh! never by me shall thy trust be betrayed, Now I'll give you a touchst one for testing a I will love thee for ever, my own Gipsy maid.

friendTry to borrow, solicit some crony to lend;

Gipsy. Don't you wish you may get it? he'll call you a flat !

Go, flatterer, go ; I'll not trust to thine art, 'Tis the way of the world—you can pocket all Go, leave me, and trifle no more with my heart! that.

Go, leave me to die in my own native shade,
And betray not the heart of the poor Gipsy

maid.

Will say,

All that, and that's all! Let adversity come,

Earl. And your sky will be clouded, your friends be I have lands and proud dwellings, and all shall be struck dumb;

tbine ; To Coventry sent, you're a brute or a bore, A coronet, Hilda, that brow shall entwine; If you venture to bint, you'll get that and no

* From an old legend.

more.

Thou shalt never have reason my faith to up- | Yes, pray for those thou lovest; if uncounted braid,

wealth were thine, For a countess I'll make thee, my own Gipsy The treasures of the boundless deep, the riches maid.

of the mine, Then fly with me now;

Thou couldst not to thy cherish'd friend so dear a Gipsy. Shall I trust to thy vow?

gift impart Earl Oh, yes! come away;

As the earnest benediction of a deeply-loving Gipsy. Wilt thou never betray?

heart. Earl.

Seek not the worldling's friendship, it shall droop No, never by me shall thy trust be betrayed,

and wane ere long, And to-morrow I'll wed thee, my own Gipsy In the cold and heartless glitter of the pleasuremaid !

loving throng; But seek the friend who, when thy prayer for

him shall murmur'd be, Breathes forth in faithful sympathy a fervent

prayer for thee.

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Parr.

BY MRS. ABDY.

Sister, fair sister, 'twould find no rest, 6. Pray for those thou lovest ; thou wilt never have any com

O'er the throbbing pulse of this feverish breast. fort of his friendship for whoin thou dost not pray.”

It would seem to share in my bosom's strife, Yes, pray for those thou lovest—thou mayst Let them still feel the sunshine, the dew, and the

And flutter as though each fair flower had life! vainly, idly seek The force of fervid tenderness by feeble words to Oh, let them not perish, the beautiful Aowers !

showersspeak;

FLORENCE. Go, kneel before thy Father's throne, and mcek

ly, humbly there Ask blessings for the lov'd one in the silent hour Suggested by wearing flowers which were of prayer.

fresh at noonday, yet withered ere night.

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A Latin HEXAMETER MACHINE.-One John millions of changes, such an occurrence is not Clark, late of Bridgewater, and now of Padding. likely to happen. Moreover, though the visible ton, for thirteen years has been occupied, as it display of the line is effected simply by mewould seem from the mere sport of the thing, and chanical movements, the conception of it is in a spirit of indifference as to what might be its not mechanical, but “essentially an imagination subsequent use, with the invention of a machine only, partaking somewhat of ihe nature of an for composing hexameter Latin verses. The in- arithmetical infinite series." Each verse is convention is stated to be less difficult of realization ceived at the precise moment of time when its than might have been expected. The rules of corresponding geometrical figure is produced by verse, Mr. Clark tells me, the measured syllables the Kaleidoscope in the machine; every identiand the measured time of dactyls, spondees, tro- cal verse with its corresponding figure, and every chees, &c., which act as fetters of confinement to figure with its corresponding verse. Nor can it the writers of verses and much increase their diffi- by any possibility be otherwise. So much for culties, have an opposite effect when applied to Mr. John Clark's Latin Hexameter Machine. As a machine ;-it being much more practicable to I have said, I do not see its immediate utility; construct one for composing verse than for com- but as something curious, it is, perhaps, entitled posing prose. The problem may be compared to take a place with Babbage's Calculating Mawith that of forming an indefinite number of geo- chine, and inventions of that class.--Atheneum. metrical figures by a machine ; Sir David Brewster succeeded in doing this in The Kaleidoscope ; THE EUREKA.—The “Eureka," which is now and it is this principle, carried out, which the exhibiting at the Egyptian Hall, as “an extraorLatin Hexameter Machine illustrates. It is ca- dinary piece of mechanism,” for the construction pable of composing about one verse a minute. of Latin hexameters, will be found, on considera

The actual verses produced in my presence are tion, to be little better than a mere puzzle, which the following: each, it will be perceived, is com- any school-boy might perform by a simpler proplete in itself, and independent of the other :

On analyzing the verses produced, it will

be seen that every one of them consists of six 1. Horrida sponsa reis promittunt tempora densa.

words, that each word is adapted, by its prosodial 1. Sontia rela bonix causabunt agmina creba.

and grammatical construction to one certain po3. Bellica vota modis promulgant crimina fusca. 4. Aspera pila patet dej unt prælia quædam.

sition in the verse; and that every Latin word 5. Effera sponsa fere confirmant vincula nequam.

similarly constructed can be dovetailed into that 6. Barbara tela reis præmonstrant nubila dura.

particular part of the verse for which it is formed, 7. Horrida v sta bojis progignunt jurgia crebra. 8. Soatia castra modis prositant somoia fusca.

without violating prosody, grammar, or even 9. Trucida regoa quidem conquirunt opera cara.

sense. I will take four of the verses produced by

this machine as illustrative of my position :Such are the verses, the mechanical nature of

1 2 3 4 5 6 which is evident by their all belonging to the Aspera fræna cito promittunt nu',ila mæsta. same grammatical formula and scansion. The Lniida verba malis corradunt vincula d ra.

Bellica facta domi prænarrant tempora fusca. exterior of the machine resembles in size and

Impia sacra focis copionunt fulgura mira. shape a small bureau book-case ; in the frontis. piece of which, through an aperture, the verses ap- All the verses exhibited are of the same metrical pear in succession as they are composed. Since construction; and, from these four examples, it its completion it has never, I understand, repeat will be seen that the first word is uniformly a ed the same; and, being capable of several | dactyl, and an adjective of the neuter plural; ihe

cess.

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