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Written on Nov, 15, 1820. THIS, hadst thou lived, had been thy natal day, And one-and-twenty years had o'er thy head Pursued their course of sorrow and of joy: Ah! much I fear, of sorrow more than joy; For such hath been my fate, and thou and I Were like each other, in our lineaments, Our thoughts, our hopes, our feelings, and our fears: We were aliké in life. Had gracious Heaven Made me as thou art now, how blest the change! From what a world of misery and woe, Of vice and want, of selfishness and pain, Of stony hearts, and groveling soul-less slaves, Had I escaped!' But 'tis the wise behest Of Him who cannot err, that I remain To linger yet a little longer here; And I submit, without a sigh submit To the decree'whicb bids me live and suffer,

Time was I should have wept, had I but dream at
Of half the ills since heaped upon my head,
But time hath dried the fountain of my tears ;
I mourn not, now, my own or others' woes,
For long communion with my “ fellow-men”
Hath taught me somewhat ofiheir heartless coldness.
Would I had learned it quite! then I, like them,
Might see, inmoved, my fellow-creatures want,
And starve, and die, for lack of that vile dross
Which I had hoarded with a miser's care,
And would not share, though I could not enjoy;
Then I, like thein, might prate of charity,
Forbearance, love, and all the Christian duties!
And practice every vice, which stains mankind;
Then I, like them, in love with glittering gold,
Might barter conscience, honour, friendship, truth,
For titles, wealth, and endless infamy.

And can I covet this ?-Cao I desire
To be a thing so spiritless, so mean,
So vile, so abject, so below the brutes ?
Can I, a moment, entertain a wish

To thus debase the noblest gift of God,
The immortal soul?- the sense of right and wrong
Thus to confound, thus wilfully confound?
Hence, hence, unworthy thoughts! 'tis better, far,
To endure the sharpest miseries of life
Than thus to 'scape.---Forgive me, gracious Lord,
If ever, in my weary pilgrimage,
I've dared to murinur at thy just decrees,
Or to arraign, with earth-born arrogance,
The Eterral Wisdom which has chastened me.

But whither do I rove? Returu, retu'll,
My wandering thoughts, to that sad, pleasing theme,
Which called ye forth on this once-cheerful day,
And doubly painful to my wounded soul,
From recollection of its former joys.

Innocent mirth and harmless revelry Once marked éach annual visit of this morn ; At its approach the baleful fiend Despair, Which even then had seized on my young' licart, Fled for a season, and a transient smile Shed ils gay beamings o'er my face.—Alas! Too transient! Soon the dear delusion fled, And left an aching void,” which nought could fill.

I had but one hope--now, e'en that is lost! Where shall I turn mine eyes? where meet with aught To make this bitter draught of life more sweet? I know not. Yet an inward Monitor, A“ small still voice,” thus whispers to my heart,“ Seek not, nor hope to find, from mortal aid That peace which 'Heaven can aloue bestow. Leave the delights, the treasures of the world To those whose thoughts and wishes centre there : Aim thou at higher joys, and nobler endsEternal life, and bliss without alloy. What were the transient pleasures of the earth, E'en couldst thou gain a larger share than ever Has fallen to the most favoured of mankind, Compared to that infinity of bliss Which waits thee, if thou choose the better part?”

Oh, aid me, then, Almighty Father, aid me To make the better choice. On Thee I call-Teach me to leave the flowery paths of vice, And strengthen me that I may persevere


In that straight, rugged road, that leads to virtue.
Thus may I gain, at last, the heavenly goal,
And there rejoin the sister of my heart,
From whom I never shall again be severed.

J. R.

YONDER vessel behold on its way,

How rapid it rides o'er the sea !
Like a bawk in pursuit of his prey,

While the foam ripples high at its lee.
"Tis the ship of a Pirate, in chase

Of a vessel with merchandize stored:
The Pirate has won the hard race,

And confusion increases aboard.
At length the loud roar of the guns,

And the red vivid flashes are there,
Like the thunder and lightning that runs,

When two thunder-clouds meet in the air.
The merchant fights bravely in vain,

His vessel is seized as a prize;
It is plundered, and sunk in the main,

And its last murdered mariner dies.
The Pirate, with red reeking sword

Pointing forth towards the vanishing sun, 66 To our isle make with vigour,” he roars,

“ Or our spoil will have vainly been won." The day-god bad dipt his hot brow

In the gold-tinted waves of the west,
Squally winds from the north 'gan to blow,

Lowering clouds did the horizon invest.
For Heaven had not viewed unconcerned

The massacre bloody and foul;
And the vengeance the Pirate had earued

Did now in the hurricane howl.
Awhile he was tost on the deep,

His rigging was shattered and tore,
When a red bolt, with death in its leap,

Seized his ship, and 'twas never seen more Liverpool.

J. M.G.

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A DREAM. ADDRESSED TO MY FRIEND, E. E. METHOUGHT the pillow sunk from 'neath my head,

And then the couch where I was listless lain; And an unearthly vision seenied to spread

Above-around me; and my dizzy brain,
For one short moment was of sense bereft:

And then, midst odours sweet, it came again
With my new birth; a vestige was not left
Of what had been :-my sorrows e'en had ta'en

Their fight; and all was joy; one woe did not remain. And there were such sweet breathings all around,

And such a vast expansion of blue sky, So lovely o'er me! such enamelled ground!

And oh! such prospects tilled my ravished eye, As life ne'er dreamt, e’en io its brightest dream!

All nature seemed perfection to imply, Their charms so sweetly mingled; not a beam,

Or sound offensive, to the ear or eye,

Was seen or heard, to spoil this heavenly harmony ! And yet methought, when joy's first thrills were past,

I missed a charm, which I had known before; And o'er these brightening skies and fields was cast

A gloom to me; I sighed for something more. “ Look up," a voice divinely said," and see

The joy you sigh for.” Instantly before
My doubting eyes there stood the form of thee,

My friend, as brother dear, as brother? more!

The feelings which I bear no brother ever bore! Your wontéd smile was mantling on your brow,

Your hand was tendered for the friendly shake : Oh with what eagerness I seized it! How

We shook ! as if we ne'er would separate! This was true joy indeed! Alas! for me,

The rapture which I felt my vision hrake; The bliss awoke me. Still, that dream of thee

Had charms to soothe my sorrows when awake, Friend of my heart, through life, vie'er may that charm forsake,


I SEE the gathering cloud, it hastens on,

Yet still my breast is calm; I do not fear

Its swift approaches now ; e'er while a dread Had seized my trembling soul, but soon 'twas gone.

A heaven-börn maid appeared; the spectre fed,

And Hope ('twas she) soft whispered, peace is near; Perchance or e'er the threatening cloud may burst, You will have reached the haven of your rest, Safe from the storm; if not, that hand which erst Hath held you up, will be again your guard, Will shield you i hrough the tempest, and will ward

The fiery bolt from your defenceless breast. Then barmless shall the rattling thunders roll, Nor shake the steady temper of your soul.


SONNET TO MR. THOUGH differing interests clash, though factions

Our former friendship, yet within this breast (rend
The stamp of gratitude is deep impressed,

Too deep for civil discord to erase;
Great is my debt. Though fortupe ne'er will lend
To me her blessings, no high sounding name,

Or pompous equipage, will ever grace
My humble dwelling, yet this heart shall glow

With the just sense of obligations past,

Long as the vital spark of life shall last;
And when the feeling spirits cease to flow,

And every pulse is still, a purer Hame
Of heart-felt gratitude shall then arise,
And shine with brighter lustre in the skies.

D. M. Y.

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" GOOD ale makes men all sleek be seen,

It plumps, it fattens all;"
And yet it seems to make you lean:

“ Me?"---yes---against the wall! VESPER.

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