9

If, from the regions of the wide Unknown,
Where thy tired spirit had'st so lately fled.

To earth once more thy glance immortal sped, When to thy frame the last sad rites were shown ;— Azela! wrong'd Azela! thou must own

No truer tears have ever mourn'd the dead

Than those bright drops on thy rude coffin shed! May they for former injuries atone!

Farewell! poor victim to Seduction's wile!

For others' sins thou felt'st the chast'ning rod :

Peace to thy ashes! on that lonely Isle

They slowly mingle with the valley's sod:

Peace to thy soul! illumined by His smile,

May it exist re-purified by God!

10

The rite is o'er: a solitary mound

Shows where her ashes lie beneath the ground.
From the sad scene the lovers turn away,—

A boat awaits to bear them from the bay.

They reach the wood, and for one look-the last!— Are Ellen's eyes upon the valley cast;

Forth from her heart ascends a silent pray'r,

And joy and gratitude are mingled there;
Till one sad thought her sympathy employs,
'Tis that Azela cannot share her joys.
Progressing quickly, soon they reach the strand,
And thence embarking for their native land
They leave to Harold's second in command
The confiscation of the Pirate's gain;

And to their vessel speed across the main.
Within the bay another ship appears,

Whose presence now excites no rising fears;

Too long she roam'd the curse of that fair clime !— The home of Sin!-the instrument of Crime!

But now she floats-Destruction's slave no more!

To bear the Pirate's spoil to Albion's shore.

11

The anchor's weigh'd,-the sails unfurl'd,
The vessel ploughs old Ocean's world;
Away, away, towards the north

With eager speed she hastens forth:

When the trade wind of Cancer fails

May western breezes fill her sails,

Till England's welcome cliffs arise

To bless the maid's and Harold's eyes.
Upon the quarter deck they stand,

Side by side and hand in hand,
Gazing on the sinking land.

Oh! who can tell their feelings now
While they behold the vessel's bow
Spurn back the waves and part the sea
To bear them where they fain would be,
And feel, while gazing on the foam,

Each moment finds them nearer home

May no misfortune mar their present joy,
No future years their dreams of bliss destroy;
May this deep sorrow in their days of youth
Through time to come invigorate their truth,
And teach their hearts, should grief upon them fall,
To trust to Heaven and themselves for all.

FINIS.

A CATALOGUE

OF

NEW AND POPULAR WORKS,

PRINCIPALLY FOR THE YOUNG.

GRIFFITH AND FARRAN,

(SUCCESSORS TO NEWBERY AND HARRIS),

CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD, LONDON.