Thou'rt welcome to the town-but why come here And thin will be the banquet drawn from me. Fix thy light pump and press thy freckled feet: There corks are drawn, and the red vintage flows No THE SAILOR'S LASSIE; OR, THE PRESS-GANG. JOHN FRANKLIN. OH! wae be to the ship, the ship, That forced my luve frae me. A gowden yellow was his hair, Full mony a time my luve and I And watched the rolling o' the tide As it did come and gae, And I ha' mony a bonnie shell He picked frae aff the strand; I would na part wi' ane o' them For the wealth of a' Scotland. For there it was my ain dear luve Accursed be those mariners, An ill death may they dee, For sundering twa gentle hearts That loved sae tenderlie ! Oh! would that a' the sighs I've sighed Could blaw his ship to land; Or would that a' the tears I've shed Could float it to the strand. For in the lang, lang winter nights, And the wild sea bird strains her wing Or lowly on the wet sea-sand, I pray to Him whose dread command That He will guide my true love's ship And save him frae the perils Of the dark and treacherous sea. (Copyright-contributed.) TWO LOVES AND A LIFE. (FOUNDED ON THE DRAMA OF THAT NAME BY MESSRS. TOM TAYLOR AND CHARLES READE.) WILLIAM SAWYER. To the scaffold's foot she came : She had heard her lover's doom, "Blue-eyed Annie loves him too, ! To the scaffold now she came, On her lips there rose his name, Over Annie's face he bent, Round her waist his fingers went; "Wife" he called her-called her "wife!" Simple word to cost a life! In Ruth's breast the pardon lay; "Annie is his wife," they said. "What their sin? They do but love; 66 Mercy !" still they cried. But she: From the scaffold stairs she went, Back she looked, with stifled scream, "From the king. His name-behold !" Quick the parchment she unroll'd: Paused the axe in upward swing,— Glad the cry, and loud and long: There against Ruth's tortured breast While the white lips murmuring move→ (By permission.—From "London Society.") ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL. LEIGH HUNT. 1 John iii. 14. We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death. ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase) "What writest thou?"-The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. |