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ORIGINAL POETRY. 



[Mutch 1, 



SONNET, 



TO GENERAL MINA. 



LIKE some blight jewel amongst peb- 

 bles thrown, 

 Or some fair glorious light shed o'er the 

 sea, 

 When Nature wears her heaviest fiowns, 

 and loue 

 Stands such choice centinel of safety 

 To some poor tempest-driv'n bark : so late, 

 Fill'd with exalted reverence, men did 

 see, 

 Mina ! thouValor's patriot, soul-star great, 

 Light Spain,base-hearted land of infamy. 

 But, free no more,— she wears the tyrant's 

 chain ; 

 O, it dotli tit her well! while proud on 

 thee. 

 Honor doth place her mantle without stani. 

 While Fame depicts with " admiration 

 free,'' 

 How thoii didst nobly scoru the French- 

 man's bribe, 

 How tliou didst glorious fight thy »blood- 



liuk'd foes beside. Enort. 



' Hawk'y, Kent. 



HOME AND ITS REMEMBRANCES ; 



BY J. M. I.ACEY. 



Tins is the spot to niem'ry dear, 



That tells to me a pleasing story ; 

 For here I shed my earliest tear, 



Here smil'd in childhood's gayest glory. 

 Here a fond mother's gentle sigh 



In fearful fondness o'er me flew ; 

 And here a father's anxious eye 



Watch'd ev'ry feature as it grew. 

 Here youth and manhood niark'd my form, 



And love my bosom first invaded : 

 Now, tlio' I long have brav'd life's storm, 



In foud remembrance none are faded. 

 Returning thus, when years have fled, 



Tho' much of sorrow mingled in it; 

 Tlio' mem'ry mourns o'er friends long dead, 



Yet is it Feeling's proudest minute. 

 The tree, the hill, the stream, the cot 



Where first my infant form v as cherish'd, 

 All bring to mind my former lot, 



All call back joys I thought had perish'd. 



Contented with my trifling store. 

 Here may I close my days in peace ; 



Here may I rest, — my wand'rings o'er, — 

 Till life, and all its cares, shall cease. 



TO THE SEA-GULL. 



Sweet biid ! that hov'vest o'er the deep, 

 I love to hear thy wild wings beat, 

 To watch tlicc on the rocky shore, 

 In search of food — the waves explore ; 



* The villainous crew, called " the 

 Armv of the Faith." 



Then seize exultingly thy prey. 

 And on the winds scream far away ; 

 Thou, from the craggy steep on high, 

 Dart'st forth, with quick observant eye. 

 Dost love to take tliy dizzy fiight. 

 Where mortals shudder at the sight, 

 Which to behold, with hnman ken, 

 We dare not trust to look again. 

 Thou fly'st along the roaring main. 

 As tho' it was the sunny plain, 

 To farthest Kilda, where the waves 

 Wash the wild shores of Hebrides. 

 Th' imperial eagle, soaring high, 

 Amidst the bright and radiant sky. 

 With awful gaze of majesty, 

 Can oft'er not to Freedom's shrine 

 A richer offering than thine. 

 Or yet can range more free than thee 

 The boundless space of liberty. 



Orf. 11,1823. J. S.H. 



ON NIGHT. 



'Tis Night, and darkness boasts her sable 

 reign, 

 Save tiiat the stars with twinkling 

 aspects shine. 

 Relieve the gloom that hovers o'er the plain, 

 And fill this breast with extasy divine ; 

 O may these joyous feelinj^s still be mine. 

 Not fill'd with pride and fell ambition vain, 

 And all in silence, save the distant bell, 

 That rings some soul's departed funeral 



knell. 

 Ah! from this heart how soon have flown 

 its joys, — 

 Gone like the bright beams of the noon- 

 tide sun ; 

 No gentle pleasure this sad heart employs, 

 Altho' its mad career has scarce begun : 

 In truth I wishits fickle course was done. 

 Disgusted with the world's unmeaning 



toys, 

 Which strive to lure mc from the paths of 



right, 

 Andthen desert me to the shades of Night. 



Yes, Night is soothing to a sick'ned mind, 



Sicken'd by Flattery's delusive povv'r. 



Fit only for the weaker part of womankind. 



Who love its gentle inlluencefor an hour, 



Till by it all their virtue we devour. 



But Night restores the vigor of my mind, 



When, from the hated race of man set 



free, 

 I chaunt my evening's notes like nightin- 

 gale on tree. 



AcHMET Hafez. 

 Queen-sinct, Fiiisbury. 



THE PARSON AND THE MILLER; 



BV J. R. PRIOR. 



Now Parson Rednose, overfed and jolly, 



A famous fellow ! 

 Thought he could drive off melancholy 



By keeping mellow ; 



That 



