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Eliot, Samuel A. Address before the Bos-
ton Academy of Music, on the opening
of the Odeon, August 5, 1835,
Everett, Edward. An Address, delivered
before the Literary Societies of Am-
herst College, August 25, 1835,
Everett, Edward. An Address, delivered
at Bloody-Brook, in South Deerfield,
September 30, 1835, in Commemoration
of the Fall of the Flower of Essex,' at
that spot, in King Philip's War, Sep-
tember 18, (0. S.) 1676,
Fellows, Jolin, A. M. An Exposition of
the Mysteries or Religious Dogmas and
Customs of the Ancient Egyptians, Py-
thagoreans, and Druids. Also, An In-
quiry into the Origin, History, and Pur-
port of Freemasonry,

Gallagher, William D. Errato,

Harvardiana. Vol. 2, No. 1,

Helon's Pilgrimage to Jerusalem; a Pic-

ture of Judaism in the century which

preceded the Advent of our Saviour.

From the German of Frederick Strauss,

Hemans, Mrs. Felicia, the Poetical Works

of, complete in one vol.; with a Critical

Preface,

Hillard, Geo. S. An Oration, pronounced

before the Inhabitants of Boston, July 4,

1835, in Commemoration of American

Independence,

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Tesoretto del Studente della Lingua Ital-
iana, o Raccolta di brevi e dilettevoli
annedotti da L. Sforzosi; con note ex-
plicative in Inglese da Francesco M. G.
S**., etc.

The Boston Book,

The Brothers; a Tale of the Fronde,
The Gipsey; a Tale,

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THE

NEW-ENGLAND MAGAZINE.

JULY, 1835.

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

SHELLS AND SEA-WEEDS.

I.

THE DEPARTURE.

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- and now
Th' horizon's ring enclasps me; and I stand,

Gazing where fades from view, cloud-like, my father-land!

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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!

III.

MORNING AFTER THE GALE.

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!

IV.

TO A LAND BIRD.

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 wafts them back

To their own home of peace, across the world's dull track.

V.

A THOUGHT OF THE PAST.

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.

VI.

TROPICAL WEATHER.

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.

VII.
NIGHT.

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.

VIII.

THE PLANET JUPITER.

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,
As now, 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.

ΤΟ

IX.

Leagues of blue ocean are between us spread;

And I cannot behold thee, save in dreams!

I cannot hear 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.

X.

POESIE

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!

At Sea, May 5, 1835.

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