He tried to pray-his lips I saw them move, • Peace! Susan, peace! pain ever follows sin!' Ah! then, thought Susan, when will our's begin? 'When reach'd his home, to what a cheerless fire And chilling bed will those cold limbs retire! Yet ragged, wretched as it is, that bed Takes half the space of his contracted shed; I saw the thorns beside the narrow grate, With straw collected in a putrid state: There will he, kneeling, strive the fire to raise, And that will warm him rather than the blaze; The sullen, smoky blaze, that cannot last One moment after his attempt is past. And I so warmly, and so purely laid, To sink to rest indeed, I am afraid.’'Know you his conduct? Yes, indeed, I know, And how he wanders in the wind and snow; Safe in our rooms the threat'ning storm we hear, But he feels strongly what we faintly fear.' 'Wilful was rieh : and he the storm defied; Wilful is poor, and must the storm abide`;' Said the stern lady, • 'Tis in vain to feel; Go and prepare the chicken for our meal." THE TEAR. Harral. Twas no unmanly tear that fell, No coward drop that stained my cheek: Contemptuous break-and midst the storm, A breast that's free from fraud or guile ! 'Twas not in grief the trembler fell- She sleeps in peace, and I shall sleep, Thy balmy tear upon my grave Would soothe-if aught might soothe in deathA spirit that could sternly brave Earth's evils in its latest breath. Then chide not for the tear that fell- The heart's warm throb it rushed to tell The heart's best feeling urged its course. Grateful it flowed; that brother's tear In bliss supreme that sweet tear fell! The golden harp-of saint above! Accept that tear-nor deem that he By whom 'twas shed, e'er bore a thought- That thou, or thine, could wish unsought. AN UNFORTUNATE MOTHER TO HER INFANT AT THE BREAST. Anon. UNHAPPY Child of indiscretion! Poor slumb'rer on a breast forlorn, For thee, a suppliant wish addressing To Heav'n thy mother fain would dare; But spite of these, my mind unshaken, And lest the injurious world upbraid thee, A nameless mother oft shall aid thee, And though to rank and place a stranger, Meantime, in the sequester'd valleys, Here too thy infant wants are given And milk as pure-But mercy, Heav'n! My tears have dropt, and mingled there. INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT AT SILBURY-HILL. Southey. THIS mound, in some remote and dateless day, *The Northern nations distinguish the two periods when the bodies of the dead were consumed by fire, and when they were buried beneath the tumuli so common in this country, by the Age of Fire, and the Age of Hills. The Bard has harped; but perished is the song FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH. Montgomery. WHEN Friendship, Love, and Truth abound Among a band of brothers, The cup of joy goes gaily round, Each shares the bliss of others. Sweet roses grace the thorny way, The flowers that shed their leaves to-day How grand in age, how fair in youth, On halcyon wings our moments pass, Old Time lays down his scythe and glass His reverend front adorning, He looks like Winter turn'd to May How grand in age, how fair in youth, |