An' sae we'd baith our wills, Birdie! we'd each our

wilfu' way;

Whar lav'rocks hover, falcons fly;

An' snares an' pitfa's often lie

Whar wishes stray.

An' ae thing weel I wot, Birdie! an' ae thing weel

I wot,

There's ane abune the highest sphere

Wha cares for a' his creatures here,

Marks every lot;

Wha guards the crownéd king, Birdie! wha guards

the crownéd king,

An' taketh heed for sic as me,

Sae little worth, an' e'en for thee,

Puir witless thing!

Sae now, let's baith cheer up, Birdie ! an' sin' we 're

only twa

Aff han'- let's ilk ane do our best,

To ding that crabbit, cankered pest,

Dull care awa'!

THE GRASSHOPPER. - Cowley.

HAPPY insect! what can be
In happiness compared to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine!
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup doth fill;

"T is filled wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self 's thy Ganymede.
Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing;
Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants, belong to thee;
All that summer-hours produce,
Fertile made with early juice.
Man for thee does sow and plough:
Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Thou dost innocently joy,

Nor does thy luxury destroy;
The shepherd gladly heareth thee,

More harmonious than he.

Thee country hinds with gladness hear,
Prophet of the ripened year!

Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire;

Phœbus is himself thy sire.

To thee, of all things upon earth,

Life is no longer than thy mirth.

Happy insect! happy thou

Dost neither age nor winter know;

But, when thou 'st drunk, and danced, and sung

Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,

Sated with thy summer feast,

Thou retir'st to endless rest.

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.

FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.

FELLOW.

TRANSLATED BY LONG

"HAST thou seen that lordly castle,

That castle by the sea?

Golden and red above it

The clouds float gorgeously.

"And fain it would stoop downward
To the mirrored wave below;
And fain it would soar upward

In the evening's crimson glow."

"Well have I seen that castle,
That castle by the sea,
And the moon above it standing,
And the mist rise solemnly."

"The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime?

Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ?"

"The winds and the waves of ocean,
They rested quietly;

But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,
And tears came to mine eye."

"And sawest thou on the turrets The king and his royal bride?

And the wave of their crimson mantles? And the golden crown of pride?

"Led they not forth, in rapture,
A beauteous maiden there,
Resplendent as the morning sun,
Beaming with golden hair?"

"Well saw I the ancient parents, Without the crown of pride;

They were moving slow, in weeds of woe; No maiden was by their side!"

CASABIANCA. - Mrs. Hemans.

THE boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though childlike, form.

The flames rolled on, he would not go,
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud, "Say, father, say
If yet my task is done!"

He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father!" once again he cried,
"If I may yet be gone,"
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,

My father! must I stay?"

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound;

The boy,

O, where was he?

Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing that perished there
Was that young, faithful heart.

LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN.

Lockhart.

Ar the gate of old Grenada, when all its bolts are barred,

At twilight, at the Vega-gate, there is a trampling heard;

There is a trampling heard, as of horses treading slow, And a weeping voice of women, and a heavy sound

of woe.

"What tower is fallen ? what star is set? what chief come these bewailing?"

"A tower is fallen! A star is set! - Alas! alas for Celin!"