THE SEA-SERPENT. 
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and Ben, those jolly jokers, forgot to joke, and 
Congressmen, poor party croakers, forgot to 
croak. The dear, delightful fancy ball en¬ 
gaged both young and old and all. 
In other times Dick Forbes had been within 
his element ; but now he sat apart, nor cared for 
men. With downcast eyes and gloomy brow he 
seized his harp, and woke a strain ; but not of 
joy or gladsome mirth he sang, for O, he felt 
how vain, how fleeting, are the joys of earth. 
SONG. 
i. 
If all the world were happy, 
If every one was blest, 
If all were free from misery, 
From trouble and unrest, 
If the mind were free from sorrow, 
The body free from pain, 
Death a double pang would borrow ; 
But qow, “ to die is gain.” 
