I entered his study to wait for him there,
And sat down to read in his easy chair;

But his books fell to pieces, and during my stay,
Two thirds of his physic had melted away.

I dared not visit the lawyer's den,

For I knew I should never return again;
The rarest sport 't would have been for him,
To murder, and tear me limb from limb.
But it grieved me more than all, to see
The very children afraid of me;
The innocent creatures were at their play,
And if I came near them they 'd scamper away.
Good Heavens ! to have seen those urchins run,
You'd have thought I'd been the unholy one.
'Twas the height of folly for me to roam,
From the cool recess of my moss-clad home;
I will back to my stony well, and hide
These tears of despair and wounded pride.

THE STORM.

OUR ship had traversed many a league

Of the unfathomed sea,

And on her homeward way had swept
With steady flight and free;

But now a hush was brooding
O'er the waters and the land,
And sluggishly she lay becalmed,
Close off our native strand.

She swung upon the smooth paved sea,
With canvas all unfurled;
While not a fluttering breath of air,
Her twining pennant curled.
Her snow-white sails flapped wearily

Against the creaking mast,

And stretched their folds in vain to catch The whispering of the blast.

Three days and nights a hopeless calm,

Thus spread about our way, And silent as a slumbering child,

The glassy billows lay. Another morn-the wind rose up

From its foreboding sleep,

And hurled in wrath the giant waves,

Along the foaming deep.

The black and massy clouds bent down,

And darkened all the air,

Save where the severed edges caught

The lightning's blazing glare :
In vain we strove with eager haste,
To reef the swelling sail;

Our mainmast trembled like a reed,
Before the sudden gale.

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Thou art pure, immortal one;
Oh! be pure till life is done.
We would take thee in thy bloom
From the dim walls of the tomb ;
We would bear thee, blest and fair,
Where thy home and kindred are.

Pray, then-strive to enter in
Through the cold world's woe and sin;
In each glad and gloomy hour,
In thy weakness, in thy power,
Pray-and we will pray for thee,
Strive and we will strengthen thee.

Aye, on the land and on the seas,
In the tempest and the breeze,
In the solemn hush of night,

In the loud morn's burst of light,
Strive! oh strive !-around, above thee,

We will lead and we will love thee.

PHILIP OF MOUNT HOPE.

AWAY! away! I will not hear

Of aught but death or vengeance now;

By the eternal skies, I swear

My knee shall never learn to bow!