They heap the blazing hearth;

The festal board is spread;
But a fearful guest is at the gate :

Room for the pallid dead !

6. Toll for the loved and fair,

The whelmed beneath the tide -
The broken harps around whose strings

The dull sea-monsters glide!
Mother and nursling sweet,

Reft' from the household throng ;
There's bitter weeping in the nest

Where breathed their soul of song.

7. Toll for the hearts that bleed

'Neath misery's furrowing trace!
Toll for the hapless orphan lefty

The last of all his race!
Yea, with thy heaviest knell,

From surge to rocky shore,
Toll for the living, — not the dead,

Whose mortal woes are o’er!

8. Toll, toll, toll,

O’er breeze and billow free,
And with thy startling lore’ instruct

Each rover of the sea :
Tell how o'er proudest joys

May swift destruction sweep,
And bid him build his hopes on high-

Lone teacher of the deep.

1 RÉTT

Taken away by violence. 1 2 LÕRE. Instruction; discipline XIII. — THE KNIGHTS TOAST.

1. The feast is o'er! Now brimming' wine In lordly cup is seen to shine

Before each eager guest;
And silence fills the crowded hall
As deep as when the herald's a call

Thrills in the loyal breast.

2. Then up arose the noble host,
And smiling cried, “A toast! a toast !

To all our ladies fair!
Here, before all, I pledge the name
Of Staunton's proud and beauteous dame-

The Lady Gundamere."

3. Then to his feet each gallant sprung,
And joyous was the shout that rung,

As Stanley gave the word; .
And every cup was raised on high,
Nor ceased the loud and gladsome cry,

Till Stanley's voice was heard.

1. “Enough, enough,” he smiling said,
And lowly bent his haughty head;

“That all may have their due,
Now each, in turn, must play his party
And pledge the lady of his heart,

Like gallant knight' and true.”

6. Then, one by one, each guest sprang up And drained in turn the brimming cup,

And named the loved one's name;

And each, as hand on high he raised,
His lady's grace or beauty praised,

Her constancy and fame.

6. 'Tis now St. Leon's turn to rise;
On him are fixed those countless eyes:

A gallant knight is he;
Envied by some, admired by all,
Far famed in lady's bower and hall -

The flower of chivalry."

7. St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high:

“I drink to one,” he said,
“ Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,

Till memory be dead ;

8. “To one whose love for me shall last
When lighter passions long have past -

So holy 'tis and true;
To one whose love hath longer dwelt,
More deeply fixed, more keenly felt,

Than any pledged by you."

9. Each guest upstarted at the word,
And laid a hand upon his sword,

With fury-flashing eye;
And Stanley said, “We crave the name,
Proud knight, of this most peerlesse dame,

Whose love you count so high."

10. St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood,

Thus lightly, to another;

Then bent his noble head, as though
To give that word the reverence due,

And gently said, “My Mother!” 1 BRYM'MING. That comes up to the mitted to military rank by a cerbrim ; full to the brim.

tain ceremony. » HÉR ALD. An officer, in the middle 4 Chỉv'Al-R¥. The body or order of

ages, who carried messages be- kuights. tween princes, &c.

6 CRĀVE. Ask earnestly; beg. 8 KNIGHT. In feudal times, a man ad-I O PĒĒR'LESS. Without an equal.

XIV.-A GOOD INVESTMENT.

FREEMAN HUNT. 1. “Can you lend me two thousand dollars to establish myself in a small retail business ? " inquired a young man, not yet out of his teens, of a middle-aged gentleman, who was poring over his ledger' in the counting room of one of the largest establishments in Boston. The person addressed turned towards the speaker, and regarding him for a moment with a look of surprise, inquired, “What security can you give me, Mr. Strosser?”.

2. “Nothing but my note,” replied the young man, promptly.

3. “Which I fear would be below par* in market,” replied the merchant, smiling.

4. “Perhaps so," said the young man; “but, Mr. Barton, remember that the boy is not the man; the time may come when Hiram Strosser's note will be as readily accepted as that of any other man.”

5. “True, very true,” replied Mr. Barton, mildly; “but you know business men seldom lend money without adequate security; otherwise they might soon be reduced to penuryo."

6. At this remark the young man's countenance became very pale, and, having kept silent for several moments, he inquired, in a voice whose tones indicated his deep disappointment, “Then you cannot accommodate me can you ?”

7. “Call upon me to-morrow, and I will give you a reply,” said Mr. Barton; and the young man retired.

8. Mr. Barton resumed his labors at the desk; but his mind was so much upon the boy and his singular errand, that he could not pursue his task with any correctness; and, after having made several sad blunders, he closed the ledger, and took his hat, and went out upon the street. Arriving opposite the store of a wealthy merchant upon Milk Street, he entered the door.

9. “Good morning, Mr. Hawley,” said he, approaching the proprietor of the establishment, who was seated at his desk, counting over the profits of the week.

10. “Good morning,” replied the merchant, blandly, « Happy to see you. Have a seat? Any news? How's

trade ?"

11. Without noticing these interrogations , Mr. Barton said, “Young Strosser is desirous of establishing himself in a small retail business in Washington Street, and called this morning to secure of me a loan of two thousand dollars for that purpose.”

12. “Indeed!” exclaimed Mr. Hawley, evidently surprised at this announcement; “but you do not think of lending that sum - do you ?”

13. “I do not know,” replied Mr. Barton. “Mr. Strosser is a young man of business talent and strict integrity, and will be likely to succeed in whatever he undertakes.”

14. “Perhaps so,” replied Mr. Hawley, doubtfully ;“but I am heartily tired of helping to establish these young aspirants 8 for commercial honors."

15. “Have you ever suffered from such a course ?” · inquired Mr. Barton, at the same time casting a roguish

glance at Mr. Hawley.