Hurrah! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low;

A hailing fount of fire is struck at every squashing blow;

The leathern mail rebounds the hail; the rattling cinders strew

The ground around; at every bound the sweltering fountains flow; And thick and loud the swinking crowd, at every stroke, pant “Ho!”

Leap out, leap out, my masters; leap out and lay on load!
Let's forge a goodly anchor, a bower, thick and broad;
For a heart of oak is hanging on every blow, I bode,
And I see the good ship riding, all in a perilous road;

The low reef roaring on her lee, the roll of ocean poured
From stem to stern, sea after sea, the mainmast by the board;
The bulwarks down, the rudder gone, the boats stove at the chains,
But courage still, brave mariners, the bower still remains,

And not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky-high, Then moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing,-here am I!"

Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time,
Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime!
But while ye swing your sledges, sing; and let the burden be,
The anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we;
Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!
Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped;
Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array
For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay;
Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here,
For the Yeo-heave-o, and the Heave-away, and the sighing seaman's
cheer;

When, weighing slow, at eve they go far, far from love and home,
And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam.

In livid and obdurate gloom, he darkens down at last.

A shapely one he is, and strong as e'er from cat was cast.
A trusted and trustworthy guard, if thou hadst l'fe like me,
What pleasures would thy toils reward beneath the deep green sea!
O deep sea-diver, who might then behold such sight as thou?
The hoary monsters' palaces! methinks what joy 't were now
To go plump plunging down amid the assembly of the whales,
And feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their scourging tails!
O broad-armed diver of the deep, whose sports can equal thine?

The good ship weighs a thousand tons, that tugs thy cable line;
And night by night, 'tis thy delight, thy glory day by day,
Through sable sea and breaker white, the giant game to play.
O, lodger in the sea-king halls, coulds't thou but understand
Whose be the white bones by thy side, once leagued in patriot band!
(), could'st thou know what heroes glide with larger steps round thee,
Thine iron side would swell with pride; thou'dst leap within the sea!

Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand,
To shed their blood so freely for love of father-land—

Who left their chance of quiet age and grassy church-yard grave
So freely, for a restless bed amid the tossing wave--

O, though our anchor may not be all I have fondly sung,
Honor him for their memory, whose bones he goes among!

SAMUEL FERGUSON,

A RABBINICAL TALE.

[It is stated that Dr. Franklin, being in company where religious intolerance wis the subject discussed, to illustrate some remarks he had made in favor of toleration, took up a Bible and, opening at Genesis, read the following parable, to the surprise of his hearers, who wondered that such a passage had escaped their notice! There is no such passage or parable in the Bible, but Dr Franklin has here - taught a good lesson in favor of religious toleration.]

And it came to pass after these things, that Abraham sat at the door of his tent, about the going down of the sun. And behold! a man bent with age, coming from the way of the wilderness, leaning on a staff And Abraham arose, met him, and said unto him: "Turn in, I pray thee, and wash thy feet, and tarry all night, and thou shalt arise early in the morning, and go on thy way.”

And the man said: Nay, for I will abide under this tree." But Abraham pressed him greatly; so he turned, and they went into the tent. And Abraham baked unleavened bread, and they did eat. And when Abraham saw that the man blessed not God, he said unto him: "Wherefore doest thou not worship the most high God, Creator of heaven and earth?"

And the man answered and said: "I worship the God of my fathers, in the way which they have appointed." And Abraham's wrath was kindled against the man, and he arose and fell upon him, and

drove him forth with blows into the wilderness. And God called unto Abraham, saying: "Abraham, where is the stranger?"

And Abraham answered and said: "Lord, he would not worship thee, neither would he call upon thy name, therefore have I driven him out before my face into the wilderness." And God said: "Have

I borne with him these hundred and ninety years, and nourished him, and clothed him, notwithstanding his rebellion against me; and couldst not thou, who art thyself a sinner, bear with him one night?"

And Abraham said: "Let not the anger of my Lord wax hot against his servant; lo! I have sinned, I pray thee forgive me." And 'Abraham arose, and went forth into the wilderness and sought dili gently for the man, and found him and returned with him to his tent; and when he had treated him kindly, he sent him away on the morrow with gifts. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

ROLL CALL.

"Corporal Green!" the orderly cried;

"Here!" was the answer, Joud and clear,

From the lips of the soldier who stood near;-
And "Here!" was the word the next replied.

"Cyrus Drew!"--then a silence fell—

This time no answer followed the call;
Only his rear-man had seen him fall,
Killed or wounded, he could not tell.

There they stood in the failing light,

These men of battle, with grave, dark looks,

As plain to be read as open books,

While slowly gathered the shades of night.

The fern on the hill-sides was splashed with blood,
And down in the corn where the poppies grew
Were redder stains than the poppies knew;

And crimson-dyed was the river's flood.

For the foe had crossed from the other side
That day, in the face of a murderous fire