Will Watch.

'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly,

While sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A fam'd smuggler, Will Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then serenely

Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again. Will had promis'd his Sue, that this trip, it well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lin'd, why his life should be mended;

The laws he had broken he'd never break more.

His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reach'd the offing and

cried,

This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading;
In dock I can lie, and a friend serve beside.
Will lay to, till the night came on darksome and
dreary,

To crowd every sail then he pip'd up each hand; But a signal soon spied, 'twas a prospect uncheery, A signal that warn'd him to bear from the land.

The Philistines are out, cries Will, we'll take no heed on't,

Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his gun?

Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't

We'll fight while we can; when we can't, boys, we'll run.

Through the haze of the night, a bright flash now appearing,

Oh! now, cries Will Watch, the Philistines bear down ;

Bear-a-hand, my tight lads, ere we think about

sheering,

One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown.

But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left behind me,

Regard my last words, see 'em kindly obeyed: Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you mind me,

Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would be laid.

Poor Will's yarn was spun out-for a bullet next

minute

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Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more; His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remain'd in it,

Then sheer'd-and Will's hulk to his Susan they bore.

In the dead of the night his last wish was complied

with,

To few known his grave, and to few known his

end;

He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died

with,

He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each

friend.

Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow,

Yon ash struck with lightning, points out the cold

bed

Where Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that fam'd lawless fellow,

Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead.

Away with Melancholy.-Glee.

3 The rose its bloom refuses, If pluck'd not in the

spring; Life soon its fragrance loses, Then cheerily, cheerily * Only one line of the words are to be sung at

once.

sing, Fal la. Fly, fly all dull emotion, All care away we

fling;

Hohenlinden.

BY THOMAS CAMPBELL.

On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.

By torch and trumpet fast array'd,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neigh'd
To join the dreadful revelry.

Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
Then rush'd the steeds to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of heaven,
Far flash'd the red artillery.

And redder yet those fires shall glow,
On Linden's hills of blood-stain'd snow,
And darker yet shall be the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

"Tis morn :-but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war clouds' rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun

Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.

The combat deepens.-On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!