At that instant a gipsy girl, humble in pace,
Bent before him, his pity to crave:

He, starting, exclaimed, "Wicked fiend, quit this place!
A parent's curse light on the whole gipsy race!
They have bowed me almost to the grave!"

"Good sir, as our tribe passed the churchyard below,
I just paused, the turf graves to survey,―
I fancied the spot where my mother lies low,—
When suddenly came on a thick fall of snow,
And I know not a step of my way."

"This is craft!" cried the farmer,-"if I judge aright,
I suspect thy cursed gang may be near;
Thou wouldst open the doors to the ruffians of night;
Thy eyes o'er the plunder now rove with delight,
And on me with sly treachery leer!"

With a shriek, on the floor the young gipsy girl fell;
"Help," cried Susan, "your child to uprear!
Your long stolen child!—she remembers you well,
And the terrors and joys in her bosom which swell,
Are too mighty for nature to bear!"

[Anonymous.

GLENARA.

O! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,
Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?
'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear;
And her sire and her people are called to her bier.

Glenara came first, with the mourners and shroud;
Her kinsmen they followed, but mourned not aloud;
Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around;
They marched all in silence,--they looked to the ground.

In silence they passed over mountain and moor,

To a heath where the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar:— "Now here let us place the gray-stone of her cairn ;— Why speak ye no word ?" said Glenara the stern. "And tell me, I charge you, ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your maniles, why cloud ye your brows?” So spake the rude chieftain: no answer is made, But each mantle, unfolding, a dagger displayed.

"I dreamed of my lady, I dreamed of her shroud,” Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud; "And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem: Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!"

O pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween! When the shroud was unclosed, and no body was seen: Then a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn,'Twas the youth that had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn:"I dreamed of my lady, I dreamed of her grief,

I dreamed that her lord was a barbarous chief;
On the rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem:
Glepara! Glenara! now read me my dream!”

In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground,
And the desert revealed where his lady was found:
From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne:
Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn.

CASABIANCA.

[Campbell.

"Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the battle of the Nile) after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder."

THE boy stood on the burning deck,

Whence all but him had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.

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Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,

A proud though childlike form.

The flames rolled on, he would not go,
Without his father's word;

That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud :-"Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?”

He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

Speak, father!" once again he cried,
If I may yet be gone!

And" but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death,

In still, yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,

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'My father, must I stay?"

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapped the ship in splendor wild,

They caught the flag on high,.

They streamed above the gallant child,

Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound,—
The boy,-oh! where was he?

Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea,—

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,—
But the noblest thing that perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.

[Mrs. Hemans.

THE SONG OF CONSTANCE.

WHERE shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever,

From his true maiden's breast,

Parted forever?

Where through groves deep and high

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,
Under the willow,

Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,

Cool streams are laving;

There, while the tempests sway,

Scarce are boughs waving;

There thy rest shalt thou take,

Parted forever;

Never again to wake,

Never, oh, never!

Where shall the traitor rest,

He the deceiver,

Who could win maiden's breast,

Ruin and leave her?

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying,
There shall he be lying.

Her wing shall the raven flap
O'er the false-hearted;

His warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted.

Shame and dishonor sit

By his grave ever:

Blessings shall hallow it

Never! oh, never!

[Sect.

THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.

THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the s
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen;
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ;
And the eyes of the sleeper waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever were still!

And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide,
But through them there rolled not the breath of his pride,
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray on the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.