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XV. And hast thou not one look for me? those little restless
eyes Are wandering, wandering every where, the while thy
mother dies ;And yet — perhaps thou ’rt seeking me-expecting me,
mine own! Come, Death, and make me to my child at least in
VAINLY thou bid’st me woo the lofty Muse,
MARY DE V.
THE MAGIC GLASS.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
How lived - how loved - how died they?
“The Dead! the glorious Dead !--And shall they rise ? Shall they look on thee with their proud, bright eyes ?
Thou ask'st a fearful spell!
The deep grave knows it well!
“ Wouldst thou behold earth's Conquerors ? — Shall they
Before thee, flushing all the Magic Glass
With Triumph's long array ?-
“ Or wouldst thou look upon the Lords of Song ?O’er the dark mirror that immortal throng
Shall waft a solemn gleam !
But silent as a dream.”
“ Not these, O mighty Master !—Though their lays Be unto man's free heart, and tears, and praise,
Hallowed for evermore ! And not the buried conquerors !--Let them sleep, And let the flowery earth her sabbaths keep
In joy, from shore to shore !
“ But, if the narrow-house may be so moved,
Back from their couch of rest!
The yearning human breast.”
“ Away, fond youth !-An idle quest is thine: These have no trophy, no memorial shrine;
I know not of their place!
Midst the dim valleys, with a secret flow,
Have passed, and left no trace.
VII. “ Haply, begirt with shadowy woods and hills, And the wild sounds of melancholy rills,
This covering turf may bloom ; But ne'er hath Fame made relics of its flowers, Never hath pilgrim sought their household bowers,
Or poet hailed their tomb.”
“ Adieu, then, master of the midnight spell!
That which I pine to know !
Records of joy and woe."
AN INCIDENT AT SEA.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE KUZZILBASH."
Among the common occurrences of life, there are few, perhaps, more calculated to interest and animate the mind of a spectator, than the sight of a numerous fleet of gallant vessels leaving port to proceed upon a distant voyage. But, exclusive of the more elevated feelings which are naturally called forth by reflecting on the spirit and intelligence which is embarked in these noble machines, to bear the name, the riches, and the power of Britain, to the uttermost parts of the globe, the scene teems with objects of more ordinary and present interest. The shore is all astir with hurry and bustle: crowds are seen running from different quarters, all to the same point; groups, equipped for their voyage, throng to the quays or beach, attended by relatives and friends, who proffer or receive those words of encouragement or comfort, which the party with the strongest nerves never fails 10 pour into the dull ear of grief. Then may be heard the cheerful, hearty well-wishings of such as having themselves often braved the winds and waves think but of