If a glorious death.

Won by bravery,

Sweeter be than breatn

Sigh'd in slavery

Round the flag of Freedom rails.
Cheerily, oh! cheerily oh

THE MAGIC MIRROR.

"COME, if thy magic Glass have pow'r
To call up forms we wish to see;
Show me my Love, in that rosy bow'r,
Where last she pledged her truth to me.”

The Wizard show'd him his Lady bright, Where lone and pale in her bow'r she lay; "True-hearted maid," said the happy Knight, "She's thinking of one, who is far awav

But, lo! a page, with looks of joy,

Brings tidings to the Lady's ear;

"

""T is," said the Knight, "the same bright boy, Who used to guide me to my dear."

The Lady now, from her fav'rite tree,

Hath, smiling, pluck'd a rosy flow'r;

Such," he exclaim'd, "was the gift that she Each morning sent me from that bow'r'"

She gives her page the blooming rose,

With looks that say, "Like lightning, fly!" "Thus," thought the Knight, "she sooths her woes, By fancying, still, her true-love nigh."

But the page returns, and — oh, what a sight,
For trusting lover's eyes to see!
Leads to that bow'r another Knight,
As young and, alas, as loved as he!

"Such," quoth the Youth, "is Woman's love'" Then, darting forth, with furious bound,

Dash'd at the Mirror his iron glove,

And strew'd it all in fragments round.

MORAL.

Such ills would never have come to pass,
Had he ne'er sought that fatal view;

The Wizard would still have kept his Glass,
And the Knight still thought his Lady true.

THE FANCY FAIR.

COME, maids and youths, for here we sell
All wondrous things of earth and air;
Whatever wild romancers tell,

Or poets sing, or lovers swear,
You'll find at this our Fancy Fair.

Here eyes are made like stars to shine,
And kept, for years, in such repair,
That ev'n when turn'd of thirty-nine,
They'll hardly look the worse for wear,
If bought at this our Fancy Fair.

We've lots of tears for bards to show'r,
And hearts that such ill usage bear,
That, though they 're broken ev'ry hour,
They'll still in rhyme fresh breaking bear,
If purchased at our Fancy Fair.

As fashions change in ev'ry thing,
We've goods to suit each season's air,
Eternal friendships for the spring,

And endless loves for summer wear,-
All sold at this our Fancy Fair.

We ve reputations white as snow,

That long will last, if used with care, Nay, safe through all life's journey go, If pack'd and mark'd as "brittle ware,”Just purchased at the Fancy Fair

HER LAST WORDS, AT PARTING.

IIER last words, at parting, how can I forget?

Deep treasured through life, in my heart they shall

stay;

Like music, whose charm in the soul lingers yet,

When its sounds from the ear have long melted

away.

Let Fortune assail me, her threat'nings are vain :

Those still-breathing words shall my talisman be,"Remember, in a'sence, in sorrow, and pain,

There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for thee."

From the desert's sweet well tho' the pilgrim must hie, Never more of that fresh-springing fountain to taste, He hath still of its bright drops a treasured supply, Whose sweetness lends life to his lips through the

waste.

So, dark as my fate is still doom il to reinain,

These words shall my well in the wilderness be, -
Remember, in absence, in sorrow, and pain,
There's one heart, unchanging, that beats but for

hee

ALIFOR

BALLAD STANZAS.

I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here!"

It was noon, and on flowers that languish'd around
In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound

But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beach-tree.

And, "Here in this lone little wood," I exclaim'd,

"With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I blamed,

How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!

"By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips
In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,
Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine!”

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