54 THE LAST PROPHECY OF CASSANDRA. Go, maiden, in thy flowing veil, And bare thy brow, and bend thy knee; Go, as thou went in happier hours, I saw them rise the buried dead- I looked upon the quivering stream, Ye will not hear-ye will not know— Ye care not! but the voice of wo Blood shall be in your marble halls, But ye shall lie in death below. DEATH. Ay, none shall live-to hear the storm Or scare the wild bird from her sleep. 55 Collegian. DEATH. BY R. MORRIS. Pour not the voice of grief The weary spirit finds relief In some more hallowed sphere. What recks it that the lip Hath lost its thrilling hue Untainted was their fellowship As blushing rose and dew. And now too soon a creeping thing, Yet weep not for the dead Who early pass away, Ere hope and joy and youth have fled, Better to die in youth When life is green and bright, Than when the heart has lost its truth In age and sorrow's night Then woes and years around us throng, Life is a rifled flower When love's pure v visions fade A broken spell-a faded hour- The poet's thirst for fame, And siren beauty's kiss, And man turns back from every goal Would I had died when young! And wasted hopes and severed ties And she on whose pale brów, The damp and cold earth lies, Whose pure heart in its virgin glow Pour not the voice of wo! Shed not the burning tear THE SPECTRE SHIP OF SALEM. 57 Unsullied let them pass Into oblivion's tomb Like snow flakes melting in the sea Then strew fresh flowers above the grave Cotton Mather-the author of 'Magnalia Christi Americana," -gives a singular account of a vessel and crew, which left Salem some time during the 17th century, for 'Old England. ' It seems that among the passengers were a young man and a beautiful girl-pale and sorrowful, however-whom no one knew, and who held communion with no one. This excited the alarm of some of the credulous people of Salem: they supposed them to be demons or 'prestigious spirits;' and they endeavored to dissuade their friends from entering the ship,-but, nevertheless, a goodly number of passengers went on board the fatal ship. The remainder of the story is told in the following lines. The morning light is breaking forth All over the dark blue sea And the waves are changed-they are rich with gold 58 THE SPECTRE SHIP OF SALEM. The bark is ready-the sails are set, Do those who enter that gallant ship A wailing rose by the water-side, She leaned on a youthful stranger's arm, A tall and silent one Who stood in the very midst of the crowd, He gazed on the sea and waiting ship- The fair girl leaned on the stranger's arm, But he heeded not the plaintive moan, The boat was filled-the shore was leftThe farewell word was said |