18. He fell !-And striving hard with death, 19. Even now I hear the Veteran cry, "Oh stay, your Father with ye "In Britain's cause we nobly die, falls! "And who shall shrink when Britain calls? 20. "But oh, thou GOD, whose heavenly power "Alike can succour and destroy, "Receive us in this awful hour, "And save, oh save this Orphan Boy. 21. My first-born's Son!"-Serene he smil'd And his last prayer was "Save my Child!" 22. Oh, peace be on the hallow'd tomb 23. But, hapless me!Of all bereft, Of Father, Friends, of Hope, and Joy! So young, so lonely am I left Pity the ORPHAN SAILOR BOY! THE NEREID. TRANSLATED FROM GRESSET. BY MISS BANNERMAN. DEEP in thy ruby-colour'd cave, What tho' along thy foamy verge, The wild waves deafen, sobbing drear! O to these bowers, the bowers of Spring, SENT TO A LADY AT A BALL. Go, Muse, and strike the raptur'd lyre, 'Midst yonder group of festive youth, Nor wear thou Fiction's gay attire, But the white robe of modest Truth. Among the fair, who shall thy strain attend, Thou shalt discriminate a polish'd friend. Tell her, that if her lovely face, Nor beauty, nor expression knew, Nor her fair form a native grace, Allotted only to a few ; Still would she Friendship ever faithful find, From all who own the higher worth of mind. Author of the "Peasant's Fate," &c. THE sea-gull wheel'd in circles low, And up the steep clifts rifted side, In broken foam, the white surge drove, With haggard eyes, and locks unbound, Stood MARY-once the fairest maid- Down on the crumbling rock she kneel'd, And, while her aching bosom swell'd, Founded on a melancholy event, which recently took place in an obscure village, on the Cornish coast. "O! golden pledge of early love! 66 "Thou promise of connubial bliss! Upbraid me not!" she cried-" nor prove "How ill this soul sustains distress. "Whene'er thy glittering form I view, "My heart reproaches me, and cries"Could'st thou forget a spouse so true, "Who first conferr'd this hallow'd prize? "And ere soft April's dewy hand "Had twice bestrew'd with flow'rs his grave, "Submit thee to Seduction bland "The dupe of Vice, and Passion's slave! "Accurst by Heav'n, and Woman-kind, "O! golden pledge of happier times! "Now dear, belov'd, dishonour'd pledge! "Here witness thou how MARY fell, "To expiate her foul disgrace; "And soon to her Betrayer tell "The tale that Time shall ne'er efface!" |