A gentle lady's tear, or critic's smile. Fancy, why lingerest thou? Thy pleasing pain Is all gone by; return and rest awhile; Again perchance to wake the echoing strain With firmer, bolder hand. Home, wanderer, home again! Motes to Canto the First. NOTE 1. The ship by struggling billows tost, One moment sunk between them, lost; Becalm'd, and tranquil as the lake That smiles by Derwent's woody brake; The next, high o'er the billows borne, Saw the tough sails to atoms torn. The following account of a storm in the Pacific Ocean is taken from the narrative of one of the late missionaries to Tongataboo :-" Some cross winds then met us; and when we came near the longitude of the Cape of Good Hope, we were overtaken by the most |