who saw the white bird. Now it seemed to dip into the ocean, now it rose into the clear sunshine; it glittered in the air; it disappeared high, high above; and the children said that it had flown up to the sun. ENOCH ARDEN'S VOW. FRED. B. GRAY. NOT to tell her, never to let her know Do not tell her, never let her know. How, when wreck'd upon that sea-girt isle, How I, for years, no human voice did hear, How, when I woke and found 'twas but a dream, How, when at length a ship, indeed, appeared, How when I trod upon the well-known beach, And by the old, old track, my home did reach, With drooping heart my downcast eyes I raised; All, all was dark, which ever way I gazed.— Do not tell her, never let her know. How, when I thought her dead, I made no cry: How when at length the bitter truth I knew, 'Twas not to tell her, never to let her know. (Copyright-contributed.) THE PLOUGHMAN AND THE POSER. HODGE, a poor honest country lout, "Ah! Master Hodge," the vicar said, The people in the village say, "Why, Master Parson, as to that, "I'll try your skill," the vicar said, "For learning what digestion, Which soon you'll prove, if right or wrong, By solving me a question. "Noah of old three children had, Shem, Ham, and Japhet, they were call'd, "Ad zook!” cried Hodge, and scratched his head, "That does my wits belabour; But homeward howsome'er I'll run, To Giles he went, and put the case, "Thou fool!" cried Giles, "I'll make it clear To thy dull comprehension. "Three children has Tom Long, the smith, Or cattle-doctor, rather, Tom, Dick, and Harry, they are call'd, "Ad rot it," honest Hodge replies, Away he ran, to meet the Priest, "Noah, of old, three babies had, Or grown-up children, rather, Shem, Ham, and Japhet they were called, "I have it now," Hodge grinning, cries, Who's Japhet's father?-now I know "BRITANNIA RULES THE WAVES.” [Thomas Sheridan, son of Dr. Sheridan (the friend of Dean Swift), and elder brother of the celebrated Richard Brinsley Sheridan, was born at Quilca in Ireland, 1721. He was educated at Westminster, and at Trinity College, Dublin. In 1742 he went on the stage, and obtained much celebrity as a tragedian. He turned manager, and was ruined; then he started as professor of elocution. During the ministry of Lord Bute he obtained a pension of 2001. a year. He subsequently became manager of Drury Lane Theatre, but retired from the position to resume his instructions in oratory. As an author, his principal works are an "Orthoepical Dictionary of the English Language," and a "Life of Swift." Died 1788.] "BRITANNIA RULES THE Waves." Heard'st thou that dreadful roar? No voice of life was there "Tis the dead that raise the cry,- Chant in scorn that boastful air, "Rule Britannia!" sang the crew, Ne'er had failed. Bright rose the laughing morn, That morn, that sealed her doom; 'Mid the gloom. From the lonely beacon height, For the Sound. But no mortal power shall now, And the track beneath her prow Was their grave. There are spirits of the deep, Or, 'mid thunder-clouds that sweep Through the heaven. O'er Swilly's rocks they soar, On the deep. The dread behest is past— All is silent as the grave; One shriek was first and last, Scarce a death-sob drunk the blast, As sunk her towering mast 'Neath the wave. |