This-this is sorrow's deadliest curse, Take wealth-I know its paltry worth; PERSUASIONS TO LOVE. CAREW. THINK not, 'cause men flatt'ring say, Nor let brittle beauty make You your wiser thoughts forsake! Will follow; in the cheek, chin, nose, In plenty hoard for time of scant. * * * For when the storms of time have mov'd And yellow spread where red once shin'd; Oh, love me then! and now begin it; Oh then be wise! and, whilst your season Both bud and fade, both blow and wither! THE MARINER'S DREAM. DIMOND. IN slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay, wind: But, watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danc'd o'er his mind. He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bow'rs, And pleasures that waited on Life's merry morn; While mem'ry each scene gaily covered with flow'rs, And restor❜d ev'ry rose, but secreted its thorn. Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide, And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise ;Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes. The jessamine clambers in flow'r o'er the thatch, And the swallow chirps sweet from her nest in the wall; All trembling with transport, he raises the latch, And the voices of lov'd ones reply to his call. A father bends o'er him with looks of delight; His cheek is bedew'd with a mother's warm tear; And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear. The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast, Joy quickens his pulses, his hardships seem o'er; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest"O God! thou hast bless'd me, 1 ask for no more." Ah! whence is that flame which now glares on his eye? Ah! what is that sound which now bursts on his ear? 'Tis the lightning's red gleam, painting hell on the sky! 'Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere ! He springs from his hammock, he flies to the deck,Amazement confronts him with images direWild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreckThe masts fly in splinters-the shrouds are on fire. Like mountains the billows tremendously swell- Oh! Sailor Boy, woe to thy dream of delight! In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of blissWhere now is the picture that fancy touch'd bright, Thy parents' fond pressure, and Love's honied kiss? Oh, Sailor Boy! Sailor Boy! never again C No tomb shall e'er plead to Remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge But the white foam of waves shall thy windingsheet be, And winds in the midnight of winter thy dirge! On a bed of sea-green flower thy limbs shall be laid; Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks, threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll; Frail short-sighted mortals their doom must obeyOh, Sailor Boy! Sailor Boy! peace to thy soul ! THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. CAMPBELL. OUR bugles sung truce; for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw ; And twice ere the cock-crow I dreamt it again : Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track, |