Fond hearts ne'er mated, or but mated ill;

The good and true linked to the vile and base ;— Creatures as angels pure and beautiful

Yielding to clowns what should be Love's embrace!

In vain we darkly grope, in vain surmise
How such things can be: Wise alone is le
Who is content to let such mysteries
Find a solution in the life to be.

CANADA'S RESOLVE.

(Written during the Howe Annexation movement in Nova Scotia, in 1868.)

SHALL the star that to empire late pointed our way
Be quench'd all so soon? Our proud answer be, Nay!
Though dimmed for a moment, yet quickly shall shine
More brightly than ever than herald benign.

Let cowards cry halt, yet its course we'll pursue;
Halloo then for Union! Halloo, boys, halloo !

Old Milton once sung of a spirit so fell,
Than second in bliss, he'd the first be in-bale:
Such spirits turn up ev'ry now and again;

I fear we have one somewhere down by the main :
Ambition so blind must itself quick undo;
Halloo then for Union! Halloo, boys, halloo !

Let Jonathan banish his vain hopes forlorn;

As friends, we can greet him- -as foes, we can scorn ;-
Our good ship Dominion will ne'er woo the fray,
Yet woe to the pirate that crosses her way!
The flag at her masthead was always "true blue;"
Halloo then for Union! Halloo, boys, halloo !

Would Canada prosper, a land without peer-
The Atlantic her front, the Pacific her rear,-
The watchword must now be of one and of all,
Henceforward together we flourish or fall !
As brothers thus banded, to dare is to do:
Halloo then for Union! Halloo, boys, halloo !

A GATHERING CALL.

(Written for the Kingston Caledonian Society's Games of 1863.)

ON to the Gathering! Highlanders, on!

Sons of the Lowlands! come every one:

Let all who love Scotland the blue bonnet don,
And joyfully come to our Gathering!

The Games styled Olympic were grand in their day,
Yet nothing to match with our coming display,
In all manly pastimes the Scot leads the way;
Hurrah then, hurrah for our Gathering!

Would you see kilted lads of the manliest frame,

Would you hear the Piob-mhor played in manner supreme, Would you see feats performed that would Hercules shame, Then take care that you miss not our Gathering.

Ye who deem the famed Feine extinct as a race,
Believe me that this is by no means the case ;—
'Neath the graceful "Glengarry" their features to trace
You have only to come to our Gathering.

Come Celt and come Saxon, come Teuton and Gaul ;
A right Highland Welcome we offer you all :
Each true Caledonian, proud of our call,

Will exultantly join in our Gathering?

LINES WITTEN ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, IN 1865.

All pleasure attend them,
The gay gallant throng
Who joy in the magic
Of music and song!
That stern mountain race

Uncorrupted and free—

O, who would not wish
At their Gathering to be.

The gentle in manner,
The manly in form—
Be mine to be with them
In sunshine or storm!

Enjoying their converse
And friendship so true
The dear happy days
Of my youth I renew!

THE NEWSBOY.

Of all the many blessings rare
Whose benefits we daily share,
Methinks there's few that can compare
In value with the Newsboy.

As welcome as the light of day

Is he alike to grave and gay;
Think of the city's dire dismay

One day without the Newsboy!

In every land where speech is free
An institution rich is he;

No mental bondage long can be

Where men respect the Newsboy. Though in himself a harmless wight, The tyrant trembles at his sight; A power more potent than his might Is symbol'd by the Newsboy!

How many hoar hypocrisies
He helps to strip of their disguise!
How many would be vainly wise

If wanting were the Newsboy! For fools as such themselves to see, There's nothing helps so much as he; 'Tis up-hill work with Knavery

Wherever there's the Newsboy.

Alas! the land that cannot boast
Of a free Press-that land is lost;
In sunshine, therefore, or in frost

Let's welcome aye the Newsboy.

Long may fair Canada enjoy
A Press that fears no censor's eye,
And hold in estimation high

The labours of the Newsboy,