OH! BE SOME SIGNAL VENGEANCE

FOUND.

Oh! be some signal vengeance found,
The caitiff wretch to blast,
Who dares his fellow men around
The chains of slavery cast!

Who with remorseless bosom parts
The links that friendship wove;
Who breaks between two faithful hearts,
The bonds entwined by love.

His country's scorn, in lasting shame-
Oh! let the demon dwell,

Who thus degrading manhood's name,
Would turn our earth to hell!

THE FAVOURABLE GALE.

When a ship is full freighted with silver and gold, afe stowed in her cabin. her lockers, and hold; er bottom quite sound and her rigging all right, low charming to gaze on so glorious a sight; et what will her bottom or rigging avail, nless she be blest with a favourable gale?

Then a mill is replenished with sacks of rich corn, he produce of the fields which fair Britain adorn; he miller, too, waiting for many an hour, grind the grown grain in fine bolted flour; or every wind though the mill has a sail, hey're nought if unblessed with a favouring gale.

THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN.

Sweet to the morning traveller
The song amid the sky,

Where, twinkling in the dewy light,
The sky lark soars on high.

And cheering to the traveller
The gales that round him play,
When, faint, and heavily he drags
Along his noontide way.

And when, beneath the unclouded sun,
Full wearily toils he,

And flowing water makes to him

A pleasing melody.

And when the evening light decays,
And all is calm around,

There is sweet music to his ear

In the distant sheep-bells' sound.

But, oh; of all delightful sounds,
Of evening or of morn,

The sweetest is the voice of love
That welcomes his return.

HENRY AND LOUISA.

No more the trumpet's martial sound
Calls Henry from his dear;
No ling'ring pang or fatal wound
Doth cause the pensive tear.

His warlike toils are ceas'd and o'er,
What pleasure fills his breast:

He welcomes peace, with joy once more,
No foe disturbs his rest.

His constant love, with virtue blessed,
Now claims his tender care;
Louisa shone by all confessed,
A beauteous lovely fair.
The faithful vow young Henry made,
Secured his blissful pride;

Louisa was the happy maid,
And Henry's charming bride.

JOE OF THE BELL.

Around the face of blue-eyed Sue
Did auburn ringlets curl,
Her coral lips seem d dipped in dew,
Her teeth two rows of pearl.
Joe of the Bell, whose wine, they said,
Was new in cask as he in trade;
His spouse-this nonpareil.

"You keep the bar," says Joe, "my dear, But be obliging, Sue-d'ye hear?

And prove to all who love good cheer,
They're welcome to the Bell."

A London rider chanced to slip

Behind the bar to dine,

And found sweet Susan's yielding lip
Much mellower than her wine.
As Joe stept in, he stampt and tore,
And, for the London beau, he swore
He'd dust his jacket well,

"Heyday," says Sue, "what's this I trow?

You bade me be obliging, Joe;
I'm only proving to the beau

He's welcome to the Bell."

O, THE ACCENTS OF LOVE. O, the accents of Love. can they ever again Speak peace to the desolate soul;

When o'er my life's lore the deep floods of the main Now darkly and mournfully roll ?

O, no, let them search in Algernon's grave, Would they learn where my heart is entombed; Let them pierce to those chambers beneath the dark wave

No sun beam hath ever illumined.

But let them not hope to revive it with sighs,
Or reach it with accents of love;

"Twill mock their endeavours, for buried it lies, With fathomless waters above.

THE ANCHOR SMITHS.

Like Ætna's dread volcano, see the ample forge, Large heaps upon large heaps of jetty fuel gorge, While, Salamander like, the ponderous anchor lies, Glutted with vivid fire, through all its pores it flies. The dingy anchorsmiths to renovate their strength. Stretch'd out in death like sleep, all snoring at their length,

Waiting the master's signal when the tackle's .foree,

Shall, like split rocks, the anchor from the fire di

vorce.

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id into symmetry the mass incongruous beat, save frem adverse winds and waves, the gal. lant British fleet.

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a range,

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