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With cliffs of white and bowers of green, 



And ocean narrowing to caress her, 

 And hilis and threaded streams between — 



Our little Mother Isle, God bless her ! 



In earth's broad temple, where we stand, 



Fanned by the eastern gales that brought us, 

 We hold the missal in our hand, 



Bright with the lines our Mother taught us. 

 Where'er its blazoned page betrays 



The glistening links of gilded fetters, 

 Behold, the half-turned leaf displays 



Her rubric stained in crimson letters. 



Enough. To speed a parting friend, 



'Tis vain alike to speak and listen ; 

 Yet stay — these feeble accents blend 



With rays of light from eyes that glisten, 

 Good-by ! once more. And kindly tell. 



In words of peace, the Young World's story ; 

 And say, besides we love too well 



Our Mother's soil — our Father's glory. 



ARCTIC SCENERY. 



It can scarcely have failed to suggest itself to every considerate reader 

 <of the beautifully illustrated edition of Dr. Kane's Arctic Expedition, that the 

 views owed not a little of their artistic effect to the skill of the New York or 

 Philadelphia draughtsman. We have only to bear in remembrance the sunless, 

 winter, spent in a region which nearly precluded exposure to the open air for 

 even a brief period ; and then to conceive of the manipulation of a pencil held in 

 a hand gloved and furred till it was as delicate as a polar bear's paw. Any 

 sketches made under such circumstances could, at best, be mere suggestive notes ; 

 and from such slight hints we presumed the artists employed by Messrs. Loyd 

 & Co., of Philadelphia, had eliminated their tasteful and showy vignettes. But 

 we were totally unprepared for such a shameless fraud as it is now affirmed — 

 seemingly on indisputable evidence — has been perpetrated ; thereby linking the 

 honored name of Dr. Kane, with what the correspondent of one of the Wew York 

 journals justly characterises as " a piece of literary swindling worthy of the 

 notorious Barnum;" and such as would, in England, stamp the character of any 

 publishing house resorting to such frauds with such a reputation as would effec- 

 tually arrest its chances of further profitable deception of the public. 



" It is well known," says the writer in question, " that Dr. Kane's work on the 

 Arctic Expedition was all the rage a short time ago in American Society. An 

 engraver, named Cyram, has lately sued the publishers, Loyd & Co., of Phila- 

 delphia, for the sum of $264, due for engraving plates for Dr. Kane's work. Some 

 amusing facts came out on the trial. It appears that the picture representing the 

 Advance stuck in the ice, was copied from an old picture in Captain Cook's 



