SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL.

MIRIAM'S SONG.

"And Miriam the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand: and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances."-Exod. xv. 20.

OUND the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
JEHOVAH has triumph'd-his people are free.
Sing for the pride of the Tyrant is broken,

His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and
brave-

How vain was their boast, for the LORD hath but spoken,
And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
JEHOVAH has triumph'd-his people are free.

Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the LORD!
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword.-
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story

Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
For the LORD hath look'd out from his pillar of glory,
And all her brave thousands are dash'd in the tide.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
JEHOVAH has triumph'd-his people are free!

HEN o'er the silent seas alone,

For days and nights we've cheerless gone,
Oh, they who've felt it know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet !

Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry;

While answering back the sounds we hear

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Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?"

Then sails are back'd, we nearer come,

Kind words are said of friends and home;
And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
To sail o'er silent seas again.

BLACK AND BLUE EYES.

HE brilliant black eye

May in triumph let fly

All its darts without caring who feels 'em ;
But the soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleased when it heals 'em.

The black eye may say,

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Come and worship my ray

By adoring, perhaps, you may move me!"

But the blue eye, half hid,

Says from under its lid,

"I love, and am yours, if you love me!"

Yes, Fanny!

The blue eye, half hid,

Says, from under its lid,

I love, and am yours, if you love me!"

Come tell me, then, why,

In that lovely blue eye,

Not a charm of its tint I discover;

Oh, why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No to a lover?

Dear Fanny!

Oh, why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No" to a lover?

THE DYING WARRIOR.

WOUNDED Chieftain, lying

By the Danube's leafy side,
Thus faintly said, in dying,

"Oh! bear, thou foaming tide,
This gift to my lady-bride."

"T was then, in life's last quiver,
He flung the scarf he wore
Into the foaming river,

Which, ah too quickly, bore
That pledge of one no more!

With fond impatience burning,
The Chieftain's lady stood,
To watch her love returning
In triumph down the flood,
From that day's field of blood.

But, field, alas, ill-fated!

The lady saw, instead

Of the bark whose speed she waited,

Her hero's scarf, all red

With the drops his heart had shed.

One shriek-and all was over

Her life-pulse ceased to beat ;

The gloomy waves now cover

That bridal-flower so sweet,

And the scarf is her winding sheet!