MELROSE ABBEY. Will crush thee! What! dost thou not move? To sink 'mid the shadows of night, With thy wing folded close to thy side, Poor Bird! thou hast pictured the fate Has the wing of the spirit been furled. The heart the most tender and light, In its warmth to the earth has been thrown, With the chill of adversity's night, To suffer and perish alone. MELROSE ABBEY. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, For the gay beams of lightsome day When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; 239 When buttress and buttress alternately Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go, but go alone the while- THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. A FABLE. In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye, A turkey, tired of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood; Collecting here and there a grain. "Draw near, my birds," the mother cries, Behold the busy creeping race, CHANGE. Sometimes with oysters we combine, An ant who climbed beyond his reach, Bid thy own conscience look within. Nor for a breakfast nations kill." 241 CHANGE. THE wind is sweeping o'er the hill, Its weary wing hath found. A little while that wandering wind It wandered through the pleasant wood, And by the garden beds, and bore The rose's breath along. But hoarse and sullenly it sweeps ; No rose is open now No music, for the wood-dove's nest Oh, human heart and wandering wind, Go look upon the past; The likeness is the same with each, Their summer did not last. Each mourns above the things it loved One o'er a flower and leaf; A LION and a Bear meeting with the carcass of a Fawn in the forest, agreed to decide their title to it by force of arms. The battle was severe and tough on both sides; and they held out, tearing and worrying one another so long, that what with wounds and fatigue, they were so faint and weary they were not able to strike another blow. Thus, while they lay upon the ground, panting and lolling out their tongues, a Fox chanced to pass that way, who, perceiving how the case stood, impudently stepped in between them, seized the booty, which they had been all this while contending for, and carried it off. The two combatants, who lay and beheld all this, without having strength enough to stir and prevent it, were only wise enough to make this reflection :"Behold the fruits of our strife and contention! That villain, the Fox, bears away the prize; and we ourselves have deprived each other of the power to recover it of him." MORAL. When fools quarrel, knaves get the prize of contention. VENICE. THERE is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets |