Ν THE MARINER'S DREAM. IN slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay: His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind; And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear. But, watch-worn and weary, his care flew The heart of the sleeper beats high in his While Memory stood sideways, half covered Ah! what is that flame which now bursts The jessamine clambers in flower o'er the Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall: All trembling with transport, he raises the latch, And the voices of loved ones reply to his call. a wreck; The masts fly in splinters; the shrouds are on fire. Like mountains the billows tremendously swell; In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save: A father bends o'er him with looks of de- Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his light; His cheek is impearled with a mother's warm tear; knell, And the Death-angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave. THE HUNTING-PARTY. ND forth he fared, while from That Echo joyed such numbers to repeat, Who, from dark glade or rock of pumice her turret high That smiling form beheld his hunter crew; Pleased she beheld whose unacquainted eye Found in each varying scene a pleasure new, Nor yet had pomp fatigued her sated view, Nor custom palled the gloss of royalty. Like some gay child, a simple bliss she drew From every gaud of feudal pageantry, And every broidered garb that swept in order by. And, sooth, it was a brave and antic sight, Where plume and crest and tassel wildly blending, And bended bow, and javelin flashing bright, Marked the gay squadron through the copse descending; The greyhound, with his silken leash contending, Wreathed the little neck, and on the falconer's hand, With restless perch and pinions broad depending, Each hooded goshawk kept her eager stand, And to the courser's tramp loud rang the hollow land. And over all, in accents sadly sweet, The mellow bugle poured its plaintive tone, |