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INDEX.

Page The Fall of Niagara, . . . . . . . . . - - - - - . . . . 5 Matchit Moodus, . . . . . . . • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ... 6 On the Death of Commodore Perry, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 A Marimer’s Song, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

Epithalamium, - - - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - - - - - 14 Introduction to a Lady’s Album, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15 The Shad Spirit, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - - . . . 17

The Tree Toad, . . . . . - -
Spring. To Miss

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19

On the Birthday of Washington, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23

Lines suggested by a melancholy Accident, . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 On a late Loss, . .

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28 On the project of colonizing the “Free People of Colour” in Africa, . . . .

On the Death of the Rev. L. Parsons, .

- - - - - - - - - . . . . . . . . . . . 39 To the Marquis La Fayette, . . . . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - 31 Maniac's Song, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33 To the memory of Charles Brockden Brown, . . . . . . . . . . . 35 Lord Exmouth's Victory, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - - - - - - - - 37 Written for a Lady's Common-Place Book, . . . . . . . . . . . 41 The Lost Pleiad, . . . . . . . . - - - - - - - - . . . . . . . . . . 43 The Alligator, ... . . . . . . . - - - - - - - - - - 44 The Sea Gull, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45 The Captain. A Fragment, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47

Extracts from Verses written for the New-Year, 1823, . . . . . 51

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The Newport Tower, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 56

The Thunder Storm, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59

To a Missionary, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 61

The Robber, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63

Sonnet to the Sea Serpent, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 65

“Aes Alienum,” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - . . . . . . 66

The Guerrilla, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - . . . . . . . . 67

Jack Frost and the Caty-did, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - . 69

Mr. Merry’s Lament for “Long Tom,” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72

On the Death of Mr. Woodward, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74

To the Dead, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - - - - - - 76

The Deep, . . . . . . . . . . . - - - - - - - - - - . . . . 77

The Good Samaritan, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - - - - - - 73

The Nosegay, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - ... 81

To a String tied round a Finger, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83

Salmon River, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 85

The Black Fox of Salmon River, . . . . . . . . . - 88

One that’s on the Sea, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 91

Presidential Cotillion, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 96

The Bar versus the Docket, . . . . . . . . . . . 99

Jerusalem, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - - - - - - . . 98

Isaiah, thirty-fifth chapter, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103

The Indian Summer, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105

For a Common-Place Book, . . . . . • . . . . . . . . . . . 106

On the loss of a Pious Friend, . . . . . • . . . . . . . . . . 107

The Two Comets, . . . . . . . . . . - . . 108

THE FALL OF NIAGARA.

Labitur et labetur.

THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God pour'd thee from his “hollow hand,” And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seem'd to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, “The sound of many waters;” and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent’ries in the eternal rocks.

Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime ! Oh! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side! Yea, what is all the riot man can make

In his short life, to thy unceasing roar!

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And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM, o
Who drown'd a world, and heap'd the waters far
Above its loftiest mountains —a light wave,
That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might.

MATCHIT MOODUS.

A traveller, who accidentally passed through East Haddam, made several inquiries as to the “JMoodus noises,” that are peculiar to that part of the country. Many particulars were related to him of their severity and effects, and of the means that had been taken to ascertain their cause, and prevent their recurrence. He was told that the simple and terrified inhabitants, in the early settlement of the town, applied to a book-learned and erudite man from England, by the name of Doctor Steele, who undertook, by magic, to allay their terrors; and for this purpose took the sole charge of a blacksmith's shop, in which he worked by night, and from which he excluded all admission, tightly stopping and darkening the place, to prevent any prying curiosity from interfering with his occult operations. He however so far explained the cause

of these noises as to say, that they were owing to a carbuncle, which must have grown to a great size, in the bowels of the rocks; and that if it could be removed, the noises would cease,

until another should grow in its place. The noises ceased—

the doctor departed, and has never been heard of since. It was supposed that he took the carbuncle with him. Thus far was authentic. A little girl, who had anxiously noticed the course of the traveller's inquiries, sung for his further edifieation the following ballad:

SEE you upon the lonely moor,
A crazy building rise?

No hand dares venture to open the door—

No footstep treads its dangerous floor—
No eye in its secrets pries.

Now why is each crevice stopp'd so tight?
Say, why the bolted door 7

Why glimmers at midnight the forge's light—

All day is the anvil at rest, but at night
The flames of the furnace roar !

Is it to arm the horse's heel,
That the midnight anvil rings 2

Is it to mould the ploughshare's steel,

Or is it to guard the wagon's wheel,
That the smith's sledge-hammer swings 2

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