With thunders from her native oak,
She quits the floods below,
As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy tempests blow;
When the battle rages long and loud,
And the stormy tempests blow.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,

Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors!

Our song and feast shall flow

To the fame of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,

And the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM.

A Nightingale that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended, (1)
Nor yet when even-tide was ended
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite:
When looking eagerly around,
He spied, far off upon the ground,

(1) Suspended-stopped, left off.

A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
So stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.

The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus, right eloquent ;-
"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
"As much as I your minstrelsy,

You would abhor (2) to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self-same power divine,
Taught you to sing and me to shine,
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."

The songster heard his shoi oration,
And warbling out his approbation,
Released him, as my story tells,

And found a supper somewhere else.

(2) Abhor-dislike.

COWPER.

The Nightingale, as its name implies, sings at night, as well as in the day time, when its song is not so readily to be distinguished as in the calm moonlight when all the sounds of nature are hushed, excepting where this solitary warbler pours forth its rich and exquisite melody. It frequents close shrubberies and visits our island only in the summer time, leaving it again in the winter for Africa, and warmer climates. The Nightingale builds a beautiful nest and lays generally five eggs of an olive brown colour. It feeds on worms, insects and berries.

The Glow-worm is a small creeping insect that shines in the dark by a luminous tail.

THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK.

The sun-beams streak the azure (1) skies,
And line with light the mountains brow;
With hounds and horns the hunters rise,
And chase the roebuck (2) thro' the snow.

From rock to rock, with giant bound,
High on their iron poles they pass;
Mute (3) lest the air, convuls'd by sound,
Rend from above a frozen mass.

The goats wind slow their wonted way,
Up craggy (4) steeps and ridges rude;
Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey,
From desert, cave, or hanging wood.

And while the torrent thunders loud,
And as the echoing cliffs reply,
The huts peep o'er the morning cloud,
Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high.

ROGERS.

(1) Azure-blue.-(2) Roebuck-a small species of deer.
(3) Mute-silent.-(4) Craggy-rough, uneven.

The second verse alludes to the manner the hunters jump from rock to rock, viz: by the aid of a pole made of iron, which greatly assists them in their perilous but exciting amusement.

THE WOOD.

"These shades are still the abodes

Of undissembled (1) gladness: the thick roof
Of green and stirring branches is alive

And musical with birds, that sing and sport
In wantonness (2) of spirit; while below,
The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect,
Chirps merrily.

Throngs of insects in the glade

Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam
That waked them into life. Even the green trees
Partake the deep contentment: as they bend
To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky
Looks in, and sheds a blessing on the scene.

Scarce less the cleft-born 3 wild flower seems to enjoy
Existence, than the winged plunderer

That sucks its sweets.-The rivulet

Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed

Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks,
Seems with continuous laughter to rejoice,

In its own being."

(1) Undissembled-not feigned-honest.
(2) Wantonness-carelessness.

(3) Cleft-born-born in a crevice or cleft.

BRYANT.

HYMN TO THE BRAVE.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck (1) their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than fancy's feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell 2 is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge 3 is sung;
There honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And freedom shall awhile repair,

To dwell a weeping hermit there.

COLLINS.

(1) Deck-to adorn or beautify. (2) Knell—a funeral bell. (3) Dirge-a mournful or sad anthem or song.

THE INCHCAPE BELL.

No stir on the air, no swell on the sea,
The ship was still as she might be;
The sails from heaven received no motion,
The keel was steady in the ocean.

With neither sign nor sound of shock,

The waves flow'd o'er the Inchcape Rock;

So little they rose, so little they fell,

They did not move the Inchcape Bell.