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Here to shout the names of those 
Whom a nation’s thanks pursues, 
Here to swell the songs we chose, 
Virtuous, daring to diffuse. 
This was he who won our feast, 
And on Victory’s bosom fell ; 
Honour’d be the hero’s rest, 
Praise beside his tomb shall dwell. 
On his sable pall ye bear 
The steel, in fields of blood/he shook ; 
Leave the holy weapon here ; 
Hang it high on freedom’s cak. 
Youths that seek the battle’s strife, 
Grasping this incrimson’d steel, 
Swear like him to value life 
Only for your country’s weal. 
Patriot shades who hover nigh, 
When the priest his corse has blest, 
Guide his spirit to your sky; 
He with patriot shades shall rest. 
Thence the whitening bones to view 
Of the bands our tyrants led, 
Thence with looks of scorn pursue 
Who from freedom’s banners fled. 
Onward walk, ye weeping throng ; 
Lift the bier in mournful show ; 
Chaunt afar your funeral song ; 
We have paid our debt to woe. 
FROM THE ROMAIC. 
Rosr-wreaths around my goblet shed, 
With lilies deck Musarion’s brows ; 
Be myrtle o’er my temples spread, 
That with the lily and the rose 
I may by turns the myrtle wed. 
JENIGMA. 
Music, wine, water, gas, tobacco, I 
With equal readiness at times supply. 
THE SEA-MARK. 
FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE, 
Dank on yon ancient turret stands 
A hero’s shade on high— 
Who, .as the vessels sail beneath, 
Thus bids them oft good bye : 
“« These sinews once were strong and bold, 
My swelling heart was up ; 
And there was marrow,in: my bone, 
And liquor in my cup. 
“ And half my life I chose the storm, 
And half in ease to dwell ; 
And you, blithe ship, and you, blithe crew, 
Be glad to do as well.” 
ON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF 
MAY. 
Puimosoruy, mounted upon her balloon, 
Was soaring where mortals can’t come 
well, 
And met in a limbo, not far from the moon, 
The spirit of Oliver Cromwell ! 
Original Poetry: 
[Sept. 1, 
“Protector, your hand,” quoth the nymph, 
when she saw him, 
“* You and I the same enemies lash; 
Kings, nobles, and priests, we agree in out- 
lawing, 
And self-chosen parliaments quash.”’ 
“ The wise of all times,” said the puritan 
saint, 
“« Think alike ofthe tyrants of man ; 
But he that by force would remove the com- 
plaint, 
Believe me, mistakes the right plan. 
I: crush’d them by means of an army of 
zealots, 
But the people still! chose to obey. 
I convok’d their chief men; they were ser- 
vile as helots ; 
I, in spite of myself, had to sway. 
I thought that ten years of repose and of 
freedom 
Would open the eyes of these elves ; 
And I left not one permanent body to 
head ’em, 
And debar them from ruling themselves : 
But the fools sent for Charles—and have 
made it too plain 
That ’tis folly to help on a change. [train 
Call the Muses and Graces to move in your 
Through country and city to range. 
When savageness thus from mankind shall 
be chas’d, 
They'll rattle no fetters with glee, 
But to liberty’s oak bind the myrtle of taste, 
And devote them in offering to thee.” 
TO MR. GEORGE DYER, ON HIS 
LATE MARRIAGE. 
BY MRS. LE NOIR. 
Tuar you, friend George, have found a mate, 
And enter’d the connubial state, : 
Sincerely I congratulate, 
Far better late than never ; 
For sure, in our declining day, 
A soother soft, a friendly stay, 
A kind companion of our way, 
We need them more than ever ; 
That late these blessings you have found ; 
Oh! may they but the more abound, 
With virtuous consort fitly crown’d, 
That only death can sever. 
As stars on the black brow of night 
In deepest darkness give most light, 
So shine your ruling star more bright 
In wintry age than eyer. 
TO THREE YOUNG LADIES, 
Who came to England for Education, and who 
were about returning to the East-Indies. 
BY MR. G. DYER. 
You came, dear friends, from India’s dis- 
tant shore, ; 
Children as yet in years, and nothing more; 
Back you return in all the warmth of youth, 
With zeal for knowledge, and the love of 
. truth 
And virtue, the pure sunshine of the breast ; 
Go.then, sweet friends, and be for ever blest.. 
