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A pleasant look-out for a youngster, no doubt;
But I made up my mind to this plan :
To face as I may, just what fell in my way,
And to do what I must-"Like a man.'

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Of the ups and the downs, and the smiles and the frowns,
That one meets in the battle of life,

Of sorrow and care, I at least had my share,
And more than was pleasant of strife.

What then? I fought on, till the battle was won,
By doing what anyone can,

Namely-come as they might, thick and thin, left and right

"Looking facts in the face-'Like a man.” ”

And now looking back, on the well-beaten track
I have travell'd to reach where I am,

I adhere to my creed-" Any man may succeed
That is not a slave or a sham."

And now at life's close, having earn'd my repose,
I hope, and intend if I can,

Men shall write on my grave-" He was honest and brave,

And he went through the world-'Like a man.""

MY PRETTY GAZELLE.

G. A. HODGSON.]

[Music by G. A. HODGSON.

COME hither, my pretty gazelle,

With thy footsteps light and free;

There's a dimness in thine eye
Since last I gazed on thee:
The airy bound of thy step is gone,
And hush'd is thy silver bell;
There's a silent sorrow in thy look-
Come hither, my pretty gazelle.

Then, come hither, &c.

I love thee, my pretty gazelle,
For the hand that loved to deck
And weave the cinnamon wreath
Around thy tender neck.

She pass'd away like a summer cloud-
And whither the grave can tell-
And left the light of thine eye

To glad sorrow, my pretty gazelle !
Then, come hither, &c.,

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They shall brave misfortune's blast,
And be over-paid at last,

For all pain and sorrow pass'd,
Baby mine!

Thou wilt see him and rejoice,

Baby mine!

Thou wilt know him by his voice,

Baby mine!

By his love-looks that endear,
By his laughter ringing clear,
By his eyes that know no fear,
Baby mine!

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You have told me that you love me,

And your heart's thoughts seem to speak,
As you look on me so fondly,

And the life-blood tints your cheek.
May I trust that these warm feelings
Never will grow cold and strange;
And that you'll remain unaltered,

In this weary world of change?
When the shades of care or sorrow
Dim mine eyes and cloud my brow,
And my spirit sinks within me,*
Will you love me then as now?

Though our youth may pass unclouded,
In a peaceful happy home;
Yet as year on year advances,

Changes must upon us come,
For the step will lose its lightness,
And the hair be changed to grey;
Eyes, once bright, give up their brightness,
And the hopes of youth decay.
When all these have passed upon me,
And stern age has touch'd my brow;
Will the change find you unchanging?
Will you love me then as now?

CLARIBEL.]

F. ENOCH.]

I REMEMBER IT.

[Music by CLARIBEL.
'TWAS a still soft eve in summer,
And the west wind sigh'd o'er the lea,
And the linnet shook the dew
From the ivy as he flew

To his nest in the old thorn tree;
The white rose clung to the lattice,
So heavy at the heart with dew,
The stars were alight

In the heaven on that night,
And they glitter'd in the far pale blue.
I remember it, I remember it.

The old grey spire looked taller
In the shadowy evening light,

And I thought it seemed to be
Pointing heavenward to me,
As I watch'd all alone that night.
The white rose wept to the west wind,
So heavy at the heart with dew,
And o'er the moonlit trees,
Murmur'd low the lulling breeze,
Wandering the woodland through.

I remember it, I remember it.

POOR JACK BROWN.

[Music by HENRY SMART.

OUT of the village they said they should miss him,
When the lad tied up his bundle to go;

Then, when the grandfather stoop'd down to kiss him,
Eyes that were manly were tender to flow;

Forth from the cottage and down to the vessel,

They went, hand in hand, with the boy from the town,

And said, as he went thro' the wide world to wrestle,

"There goes a true heart with poor Jack Brown!"

Out through the offing, the wind her sails bracing,
Merrily floating, the man-o'-war hied;

There on the deck was he many years pacing,
Free as the foam is, and true as the tide.
Once more, however, 'mid fond tears and laughter,
The sailor returned, met them all in the town,
Said he, "One more cruise, then I'll drop anchor after,
Here, like a true heart," said poor Jack Brown.

Out of the village for ever they miss'd him,
The war-gun rang out the mariner's knell;
There, where he flutter'd down, victory kiss'd him,
And in the village they told how he fell.
Proud was the story, though often sad-hearted,
They heard how his comrades, who spoke his renown,
All said, when the sailor boy's spirit departed,
"There goes a true heart with poor Jack Brown."

UP THE ALMA'S HEIGHT.

CAPTAIN COLUMB.]

[Music by CAPTAIN COLUMB.

WITH Willow wreath forlorn,

Entwine the laurel gay,

The true-love-knot is torn,
The soldier must away;
To distant shores he's bound,
Where swells the pride of war,
With fleets and armies round
The stronghold of the Czar ;
The flaunting colours bright
Against the foe he rears,
All up the Alma's height
To lead the Fusiliers.

The Russian gunners well
A deadly task fulfil,

Fast pouring shot and shell,
As they approached the hili.

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