... WVhile thy HLENY here is weepittg, Dearest MARGAMRT-long, crc this, Thou art in thy Fathers keeping. Aht !what words can speak the torture, TIhat now rends my bleeditg bosom,. As I mourn for thy departure. Mly sweet-my cherished blossom. Like a lovely ...

... Y ou liave been sick a long, long while And very. very weak But vet y ou ahvays usecd to smile-- Maulma ! why dtio't you speak? When roinid the bed T used to pliy, Antl shlow'l loy Icy new tot, She would smilc on mc as shc lay, And ask to kiss ber boy ...

... that bllessings may on them descend. To feel the sting of poverty, yet smile; And of its griefs the weary heart beguile; To speak of brighter days and mappier hours And scatter o'er man's path hope's choicest flowers. To watch beside the sufferers coach ...

... of lore That ever sprung to meet Thy slightest wish,-and deem'd No earthly joy so sweet As when on spirit-wings it flew To speak with thine! Adieu! adieu! Think of the heart of faith That watch'd w5ithi aexiotts pain For tidings of thy health O'cr the ...

... Imagination's gorgeous views- (That raiuinow of the brain ?? Are all but transcripts of one truth- Reflections of one ray- And speak to man, aid hint to youth, Of future dust-decay! Sleep !-witb thy glory round thy head- Far from the grasp of wrong; Sleep ...

... sentenme, Fo repentance Follows. f tere h the Roe sad Lily, Voted equal And the sequel- Tie and deadluEk, 'Wdy niY. But tc speak the Word, let's seek the Flower that both cmbines together, Crown and throne her, geel ar&l own her Queen thro' every change ...

... That evermore your kindred, As they tread the path you trod, May picture your etistence On a far-off heavenly shore, And speak of you as one not lost, But only gone before. ...

... taste The joys I left langsyne? As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a' the way; Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speaks O' some dear former day Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days o' mine, Whilk made me think the present joys A' ...

... original loactro. THE BLIND AIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS DAUGHTER. MAy danghtcr, my daughter, O ! speak to me now, While I trace my hand o'er thy youthful brow; For I love to dwell ozi thy voice so kind, Oh! 't is music sweet to thy Father blind I Now lead ...

... POETRY. WVHT( FEARS TO SPEAK OF EIGHTY. EIGHT? I TDlE LAST DrRIZY SONG OF Ceor. WV`. rLA.CICE'V. Air- Conlin' th1i' the ?? WVno fears to spoak of Eighty-Eight, An(d brim the CUP to those Wh1o nol)lv closed old Derly's gate Against her cominig foes. JTcr ...

... fair, aud blushing cheek Flits many a glorious hue! Bright tints that come, and fade away In beauty ever new. And when thou speak'st, each low, sweet tone, Murmurs in music, all their own! No dark or scowling passions flit Across that cloudless brow, Pure ...

... WHO CARES TO HEAR OF '98? A 3F3JOINDE1 TO WHO FEAS TO SPEAK Ov'98 ? Who cares to hear of ?? When fiery hearts were all aflame, And madly strove for so-called r ght, PI Such right as only rebels claim. For visionary hopes and vain p. (So timely blighted ...