To Infancy, that lisps her praise — to Age

Of those who, in that dauntless energy, Whose eye reflects it, glistening through a tear Foretaste deliverance; but the least perturbed Of tremulous admiration. Such true fame

Can scarcely trust his eyes, when he perceives Awaits her now; but, verily, good deeds

That of the pair - tossed on the waves to bring
Do no imperishable record find

Hope to the hopeless, to the dying, life-
Save in the rolls of heaven, where hers may live One is a woman, a poor earthly sister,
A theme for angels, when they celebrate

Or, be the visitant other than she seems,
The high-souled virtues which forgetful earth A guardian spirit sent from pitying Heaven,
Has witnessed. Oh! that winds and waves could speak In woman's shape. But why prolong the tale,
Of things which their united power call forth

Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts
From the pure depths of her humanity!

Armed to repel them? Every hazard faced
A maiden gentle, yet, at duty's call,

And difficulty mastered, with resolve
Firm and unflinching, as the lighthouse reared That no one breathing should be left to perish,
On the Island-rock, her lonely dwelling-place;

This last remainder of the crew are all
Or like the invincible rock itself, that braves

Placed in the little boat, then o'er the deep Age after age the hostile elements,

Are safely borne, landed upon the beach, As when it guarded holy Cuthbert's cell.

And, in fulfilment of God's mercy, lodged

Within the sheltering lighthouse. — Shout ye waves ! All night the storm had raged, nor ceased, nor paused, Send forth a song of triumph. Waves and winds, When, as day broke, the maid, through misty air, Exult in this deliverance wrought through faith Espies far off a wreck, amid the surf,

In Him whose Providence your rage hath served! Beating on one of those disastrous isles

Ye screaming Sea-mews, in the concert join ! Half of a vessel, half — no more; the rest

And would that some immortal voice Had vanished, swallowed up with all that there Fitly attuned to all that gratitude Had for the common safety striven in vain,

Breathes out from floor or couch, through pallid lips Or thither thronged for refuge. With quick glance Of the survivors — to the clouds might bear Daughter and siré through optic-glass discern, Blended with praise of that parental love, Clinging about the remnant of this ship,

Beneath whose watchful eye the maiden grew Creatures — how precious in the maiden's sight! Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave, For whom, belike, the old man grieves still more Though young so wise, though meek so resolute Than for their fellow-sufferers engulfed

Might carry to the clouds and to the stars,
Where every parting agony is hushed,

Yea, to celestial choirs, Grace Darling's name!
And hope and fear mix not in further strife.
“But courage, father! let us out to sea —
A few may yet be saved.” The daughter's words,

THE COMPLAINT
Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith,
Dispel the father's doubts: nor do they lack

OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN.
The noble-minded mother's helping hand

[When a Northern Indjan, from sickness, is unable to continue To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered, journey with his companions, he is les behind, corored over with And inwardly sustained by silent prayer,

deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fiel, if the situa. Together they put forth, father and child !

tion of the place will afford it. He is informed of the tracks hoch

bis companions intend to pursue, and if he he unable to follow..! Each grasp an oar, and struggling on they go

overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert ; unless he shoul. Rivals in effort; and, alike intent

have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Inelisins Here to elude and there surmount, they watch

The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same sale The billows lengthening, mutually crossed

See that very interesting work Hearne's Journey from Hensok* And shattered, and re-gathering their might;

Bay to the NORTHERN OCEAN. In the high northern latitudes, as

the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their As if the tumult, by the Almighty's will

position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as Were, in the conscious sea, roused and prolonged

alluded to in the following poem.) That woman's fortitude — so tried, so proved — May brighten more and more!

BEFORE I see another day,

O let my body die away!
True to the mark,

In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
They stem the current of that perilous gorge,

The stars, they were among my dreams; Their arms still strengthening with the strengthening In rustling conflict through the skies, heart,

I heard, I saw the flashes drive, Though danger as the wreck is near'd, becomes

And yet they are upon my eyes, More imminent. Not unseen do they approach;

And yet I am alive; And rapture, with varieties of fear

Before I see another day, Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames

O let my body die away!

I.