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CASTOROLOGIA. 



" My wreathed chaplet Fame had bound 

 A grateful country's Arms around, — 

 I deemed my name would far resound 



By Heralds' trumpet bruited. 

 Alas for fondest dreams of fame ! — 

 I'd voyage with you and hide our shame — 

 To native land renounce all claim — ■ 



Were my ties less deeply rooted. 



" But take, my brother, a pledge with thee ; 

 This token of love wear thou for me 

 In thy lonely travels by land or sea, 



Nor deem me thus soft-hearted 

 In wishing to be remembered still ; 

 Though age may wither, and grief me kill. 

 May kindly fate keep thee from ill 



When thou and I are parted ! " 



The Beaver kissed the leaflet that fell 



In his outstretched paws, while the forest dell 



Seemed wrapped about with a mystic spell 



That breathed its sad insistence ; — 

 I helped the Beaver his craft to launch ; 

 And, straddled aboard its timber staunch — 

 In his mouth tight-gripped the Maple-branch — 



He paddled away in the distance. 



—Samuel M. Bay lis. 



POSTAGE STAMP ISSUED 185I. 



