The Anchor's Weighed.

The tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore;
My bosom beat with many a sigh,

To think I ne'er might see her more:
'Dear youth,' she cried, and canst thou haste away!
My heart will break, a little moment stay;
Alas! I cannot part from thee:'

The anchor's weighed-farewell, remember me!'

'Weep not, my love,' I trembling said,

'Doubt not a constant heart like mine,

I ne'er can meet another maid,

Whose charms can fix a heart like mine :' "Go then,' she cried, but let thy constant mind Oft think on her you leave in tears behind!' 'Dear maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be, The anchor's weighed-farewell, remember me!'

The Mariner's Child to his Mother.
Oh! weep no more, sweet mother,
Oh! weep no more to-night,
And only watch the sea, mother,
Beneath the morning light.
Our beautiful Madonna

Will mark how you have wept,

The prayers of early morning,

The vigils you have kept.

She will guide his stately vessel,
Though the sea be dark and drear,
Another week of sunshine,

My father will be here.

I'll watch with thee, sweet mother,
But the stars fade from my sight:
Come, come and sleep, dear mother,
Oh! weep no more to-night.

The Bridal Star.

His white plume o'er the mountain streams,
My heart throbs with delight,
His corslet in the sunshine beams,

He comes my peerless knight.

The banquet spread and music bring

From holy land afar,

His lady love shall welcome sing,
And touch her gay guitar.

While songs of mirth and pastime strains,
Are breathing soft around,
Hail, vassals, hail, till yonder plains

His welcome home resound;

I'll deck myself in all my best,
And wear my Bridal Star:
And now he's laid his lance at rest,
I'll touch my gay guitar.

The banquet spread, &c.

Our Country is our Ship, d'ye see,

Our country is our ship d'ye see,

A gallant vessel, too;
And of his fortune proud is he,

Who's one of our bold crew.
Each man, whate'er his station be,
When duty's call commands,
Should take his stand,

And lend a hand,

As the common cause demands.

And when our haughty enemies
Our noble ship assail,

Then all true hearted lads despise
What peril may prevail;

But shrinking from the cause we prize,

If lubbers skulk below,

To the sharks

Heave such sparks,

They assist the common foe.

Among ourselves, in peace, 'tis true,
We quarrel-make a rout;
And, having nothing else to do,
We fairly fight it out;
But once the enemy in view,

Shake hands we soon are friends;
On the deck,

Till a wreck,

Each the common cause defends.

Wert thou like me.-Annot Lyle's Song. By Sir W. Scott.

Wert thou like me, in life's low vale,

With thee how blest that lot I'd share,

With thee I'd fly wherever gale

Could waft, or bounding billows bear,

But, parted by severe decree,

Far different must our fortunes prove;
May thine be joy!-enough for me
To weep and pray for him I love.

The pangs this foolish heart must feel,
When hope shall be forever flown,
No sullen murmur shall reveal,

No selfish murmurs e'er shall own.
Nor will I through life's weary years,
Like a pale drooping mourner move,
While I can think my foolish tears

May wound the heart of him I love.

Weber's Last Thoughts.

I'm bending o'er a stranger's hearth, alone in my decay,

My childhood's home, my father land, is distant far

away.

I strive to chase the gloomy grief, which darkens oft my mind,

When I recall the cloudless hopes which I have left behind.

Oh! painfully and wearily, unbidden tears will start, Sad thoughts like these throw discord o'er the music

of my heart.

Some light and lively melody now rushes to my brain, My solitude enlivening, once cheering me again. But ah! my home, my absent friends! this damps my moment's mirth,

My pulse grows weak, my half form'd smile is

wither'd in its birth.

I cannot throw from off my soul, its preying load of

grief,

Some plaintive strain may ease its weight, and grant a short relief;

But transient is my spirit's calm, as slumber on the

lake,

Whose rest a single falling leaf will agitate and wake. Though strangers have been kind to me, and I have press'd their hand,

I pray to live, that I may die in my own native land. Farewell to all whom I have left, I quit you with a

sigh,

Farewell, my stream of life ebbs fast, its source is nearly dry.

I'm bending o'er a stranger's hearth, alone in my decay,

My childhood's home, my father land, is distant far

away.

The Land of Love and Liberty.

Hail, great republic of the world!

The rising empire of the west;

When famed Columbus' mighty mind impress'd,
Gave Europe's sons a place of rest.

Be thou for ever, ever blest and free,
The land of love and liberty.

Beneath thy spreading mantling vines,
Beside thy flowery groves and springs,
And on thy lofty, lofty mountains' brow,
May all thy sons and fair ones sing,

Be thou for ever, &c.

From thee may future nations learn,
To prize the cause thy sons began;
From thee may future, future tyrants know,
That sacred are the rights of man.

Be thou for ever, &c.

Of thee may sleeping infancy
The pleasing wondrous story tell;
And patriot sage, in venerable mood,

Instruct the world to govern well.

Be thou for ever, &c.

Fare thee-well.

Fare-thee-well, and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare-thee-well!
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee can my heart rebel.
Would that breast were bared before thee,
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again.