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Eliot, Samuel A. Address before the Bos Practical Phrenology,
ton Acaderny of Music, on the opening Record of a School ; exemplifying the gen-
of the Odeon, August 5, 1835,
307 eral principles of Spiritual Culture, 226
Everett, Edward. An Address, delivered Ship and Shore; or, Leaves from the Jour-
before the Literary Societies of Am-
nal of a Cruise to the Levant,
herst College, August 35, 1835,
462 Six Months in a House of Correction, 140
Everett, Edward. An Address, delivered Specimens of the Table-Talk of the late
at Bloody- Brook, in South Deerfield, Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
Septeinber 30, 1835, in Commemoration Tesoretto del Studente della Lingua Ital:
of the Fall of the · Flower of Essex,' at iana, o Raccolta di brevi e dilettevoli
that spot, in king Philip's War, Sep annédotti da L. Sforzosi; con note ex-
tember 18, (0.S.) 1676,
plicative in Inglese da Francesco M. G.
Fellows, John, A. M. An Exposition of
the Mysteries or Religious Dogmas and The Boston Book,
Customs of the Ancient Egyptians, Py The Brothers; a Tale of the Fronde, 388
thagoreans, and Druids. Also, An In The Gipsey; a Tale,
quiry into the Origin, History, and Pur The Hawks' of Hawk-Hollow; a Tradi:
port of Freemasonry,
471 tion of Pennsylvania,
Gallagher, William D. Errato, 138 The Infidel; or the fall of Mexico, 69
Harvardiana. Vol. 2, No. 1,
381 The Linwovds; or, Sixty Years Since in
Helon's Pilgrimage to Jerusalem ; a Pic-
ture of Judaisin in the century which The Magnolia, 1836,
preceded the Advent of our Saviour. The Miseries of Human Life; or, the
From the German of Frederick Strauss, 75 Groans of Samuel Sensitive and Timo-
Hemans, Mrs. Felicia, the Poetical Works thy Testy, with a few Supplementary
of, complete in one vol.; with a Critical Sighs from Mrs. Testy,
468 The Monikins,
Hillard, Geo. S. An Oration, pronounced The Musical Library,
before the inhabitants of Boston, July 4, The Student's Manual,
1835, in Commemoration of American The Token and Atlantic Souvenir, 294
142 The Wife and Wonian's Reward,
Horse Shoe Robinson; a Tale of the Tory Waterston, R. C. An Address, delivered
390 before the Sunday School Society of
Horticultural Register and Gardener's
Newbury port, at their third Anniver-
Willard and Phelps, Mesdames. Progres.
141 sive Education. Translated from the
Irving, Washington, Beauties of,
379 French of Madame Neckar de Saussure, 223
Knapp, Samuel L. Life of Aaron Burr, 143
Legends of a Log-Cabin,
472 LITERARY ANNOTANDA,
Moore, N. F., L. L. D, Lectures on the
Greek Language and Literature,
Old Maids; their Varieties, Characters,
Outre-Mer; a Pilgrimage beyond the Sea, 68
Parsons, Theophilus. An Address, deliv.
ered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society
of Harvard University, August 27, 1835,
on the Duties of Educated Men in a Re Benjamin Lincoln, M. D.
303 Chief Justice Marshall, ::
Pike, Alberi. Prose Sketches and Poems,
written in the Western Country, 52 To the Readers and Correspondents of the
Plan of Boston,
AGAIN thy winds are pealing in mine ear!
Again thy waves are flashing in my sight !
Thy memory-haunting tones again I hear,
As, through the spray, our vessel wings her flight !
On thy cerulean breast, now swelling high,
Again, thou broad Atlantic, am I cast !
Six years, with noiseless tread, have glided by,
Since the unsounded deep I traversed last.
The sea-birds o'er me wheel, as if to greet
An old companion ; on my naked brow,
The sparkling foam-drops not unkindly beat ;
Flows through my hair the fresh’ning breeze
Th’ horizon's ring enclasps me ; and I stand,
Gazing where fades from view, cloud-like, my father-land !
The night came down in terror. Through the air,
Mountains of clouds, with lurid summits rolled ;
The lightning kindling with its vivid glare
Their outlines as they rose, heaped fold on fold.
The wind, in fitful sughs, swept o’er the sea ;
And then a sudden lull, gentle as sleep,
Soft as an infant's breathing, seemed to be
Lain, like enchantment, on the throbbing deep.
But, false the calm ! for soon the strengthened gale
Burst, in one loud explosion, far and wide,
Drowning the thunder's voice! With every sail
Close-reefed, our groaning ship heeled on her side ;
The torn waves combed the deck ; while, o'er the mast,
The meteors of the storm a ghastly radiance cast !
Bravely our trim ship rode the tempest through ;
And, when the exhausted gale had ceased to rave,
How broke the day-star on the gazer's view !
How flushed the Orient every crested wave !
The sun threw down his shield of golden light,
In fierce defiance on the ocean's bed ;
Whereat, the clouds betook themselves to flight,
Like routed hosts, with banners soiled and red.
The sky was soon all brilliance, east and west ;
All traces of the gale had passed away -
The chiming billows, by the breeze caressed,
Tossed lightly from their heads the feathery spray.
Ah ! thus may Hope's auspicious star again
Rise o’er the troubled soul, where gloom and grief have been !
Thou wanderer from green fields and leafy nooks !
Where blooms the flower and toils the honey-bee-
Where odorous blossoms drift along the brooks,
And woods and hills are very fair to see —
Why hast thou left thy native bough to roam,
With drooping wing, far o'er the briny billow ?
Thou canst not, like the petrel, cleave the foam,
Nor, like the osprey, make the wave thy pillow.
Thou 'rt like those fine-toned spirits, gentle bird !
Which, from some better land, to this rude life
Seem borne — they struggle, 'mid the common herd,
With powers unfitted for the selfish strife!
Haply, at length, some zephyr wasts them back
To their own home of peace, across the world's dull track.
I woke from slumber at the dead of night,
Stirred by a dream which was too sweet to last
A dream of boyhood's season of delight ;
It flashed along the dim shapes of the past !
And, as I mused upon its strange appeal,
Thrilling my heart with feelings undefined,'
Old memories, bursting from Time's icy seal,
Rushed, like sun-stricken fountains, on my mind.
Scenes, among which was cast my early home,
My favorite haunts, the shores, the ancient woods,
Where, with my schoolmates, I was wont to roam,
Green, sloping lawns, majestic solitudes –
All rose before me, till, by thought beguiled,
Freely I could have wept, as if once more a child.
We are within the tropics, where the days
Are an eternal summer to the eye ;
The sea sends back the noontide's fervent blaze,
And, in its lucent depths, reflects the sky.
Full in our wake, the smooth, warm trade-winds blowing,
To their unvarying goal still faithful run ;
And as we steer, with sails before them flowing,
Nearer the zenith daily climbs the sun.
The flying-fish in shoals about us skim,
Glossed, like the humming-bird, with rainbow dyes ;
And, as they dip into the water's brim,
Swift in pursuit the preying dolphin hies.
All, all is fair ; and, gazing round, we feel
The South’s soft languor gently o’er our senses steal.
But, oh! the night — the cool, luxurious night,
Which closes round us when the day grows dim,
And the sun sinks from his meridian height,
Behind the ocean's occidental rim !
Clouds, in their streaks of purple, green and red,
Gather around his setting, and absorb
The last rich rays of glory, that are shed,
In wide profusion, from his failing orb.
And now the moon, her lids unclosing, deigns
To smile serenely on the charmed sea,
That shines as if inlaid with lightning chains,
From which it hardly struggled to be free.
Swan-like, with motion unperceived, we glide,
Touched by the downy breeze, and favored by the tide.
Ever, at night, have I looked first for thee,
O'er all thy astral sisterhood supreme !
Ever, at night, have I looked up to see
The diamond-lustre of thy quivering beam ;
Shining sometimes through pillowy clouds serene,
As they part from thee, like a loosened scroll ;
Sometimes unveiled, in all thy native sheen,
When no dark vapors underneath thee roll.
Bright planet ! ever let thy welcome ray,
like joy, illuminate my soul :
The world's attrition changes us, they say,
And turns the strong-eyed eagle to a mole:
Ah, 't is not so ! bright things are aye the same
To him, who keeps undimmed his own heaven-kindled flame.
Leagues of blue ocean are between us spread ;
And I cannot behold thee, save in dreams !
I cannot bear the music round thee shed,
I do not see the light that from thee gleams.
Fairest and best ! ’mid summer joys, ah, say,
Dost thou e'er think of one, who thinks of thee —
Th’ Atlantic-wanderer who, day by day,
Looks for thy image in the deep, deep sea ?
Long months, and years perchance, may pass away,
Ere he shall gaze upon thy face again ;
He cannot know what rocks and quicksands lay
Before him, on the Future's shipless main ;
But, thanked be Memory! there are treasures still,
Which the triumphant mind holds subject to its will.
If ever I have wronged thy art sublime,
Sweet Poesie ! (full many do such wrong)
Disguising, in gilt words and barren rhyme,
Trite thoughts, which never could to thee belong —
Humbly I ask thee to absolve me now,
For all my wanton deficits of sense:
Prostrate, before thy veiled shrine I bow ;
This is my last, if not my least offence !
But if — O nymph divine !- I e'er have strayed
Beside the margin of thy fair domain -
If I have loved to loiter in the shade,
And watched for thy bright presence, not in vain
The time has come, when I no more may dwell
'Mid thy bewildering scenes. Accept my last farewell!