The Sleeping Beauty: "A Tale of Forests and Enchant-

ANNE C. LYNCH (MADAME BOTTA).

The Battle of Life....

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

The Specter Ship..

The Merrimack.

Palestine.... ...

Song of the Free.

Lines on a Portrait.

311

312

314

316

320

325

330

ALFRED B. STREET.

A Forest Walk..............

352

The Gray Forest-Eagle...

354

REV. ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE, D. D.

The Chimes of England..

Old Churches..

PARK BENJAMIN.

Gold....

The Stormy Petrel.....

WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK.

A Lament....

367

369

370

GOLDEN

LEAVES.

Anonymons.

NEW ENGLAND'S ANNOYANCES. "THE FIRST RECORDED POEM WRITTEN IN AMERICA.”—(1630.) New England's annoyances, you that would know them, Pray ponder these verses, which briefly do show them.

THE place where we live is a wilderness wood,

Where grass is much wanting that's fruitful and good

Our mountains and hills and our valleys below
Being commonly covered with ice and with snow :
And when the northwest wind with violence blows,
Then every man pulls his cap over his nose.
But if any's so hardy and will it withstand,
He forfeits a finger, a foot, or a hand.

But when the spring opens, we then take the hoe,
And make the ground ready to plant and to sow;
Our corn being planted and seed being sown,
The worms destroy much before it is grown;
And when it is growing some spoil there is made
By birds and by squirrels that pluck up the blade;
And when it is come to full corn in the ear,
It is often destroved by raccoon and by deer.

And now do our garments begin to grow thin,
And wool is much wanted to card and to spin;
If we get a garment to cover without,

Our other in-garments are clout upon clout:
Our clothes we brought with us are apt to be torn,
They need to be clouted soon after they're worn;
But clouting our garments they hinder us nothing,
Clouts double are warmer than single whole clothing.

If fresh meat be wanting, to fill up our dish,
We have carrots and pumpkins and turnips and fish:
And is there a mind for a delicate dish,

We repair to the clam-banks, and there we catch fish.
'Stead of pottage and puddings and custards and pies,
Our pumpkins and parsnips are common supplies:
We have pumpkins at morning and pumpkins at noon;
If it was not for pumpkins we should be undone.

If barley be wanting to make into malt,
We must be contented and think it no fault;
For we can make liquor to sweeten our lips

Of pumpkins and parsnips and walnut-tree chips.

Now while some are going let others be coming,
For while liquor's boiling it must have a scumming;
But I will not blame them, for birds of a feather,
By seeking their fellows, are flocking together.
But you whom the LORD intends hither to bring,
Forsake not the honey for fear of the sting;
But bring both a quiet and contented mind,
And all needful blessings you surely will find.