270 DOVES. 



and forbidden by the patriarchs of the 

 family, strongly, as a most awful crime. 

 But, in the neighbourhood of our large 

 cities, where civilization reigns supreme, 

 the poor Tourterelle is shot down without 

 compunction. 



To the poet, the Dove has long been an 

 object of devotion, calling into operation 

 those fine springs of feeling which gush to 

 overflowing, in his warmer and more 

 benevolent heart. Perhaps one of the 

 most beautiful and finished articles which 

 ever fell from a poet's inspired pen, is 

 that by our fellow countryman, Charles 

 Sprague of Massachusetts, which we give 

 for the gratification of our fair readers, 

 deeming it a gem not more than equalled 

 by the master minds of older ages. 



THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS. 



Gay, guiltless pair, 

 What seek ye from the fields of heaven? 



Ye have no need of prayer, 

 Ye have no sins to be forgiven. 



