But lo! while life's dim taper still He shared his wheaten loaf with him, His cup And bore the sick man unto those For whom his heart most cared. “I cursed thee not," the Indian said, "When thou wast stern to me, And I have had my vengeance now ; White man! farewell to thee!" M'LELLAN. wwwww Mary Stuart's Farewell. ADIEU! Sweet land of France, adieu! Scenes where my happy childhood grew, Adopted country! whence I go An exile o'er the sea, Hear Mary's fond farewell, and, oh! My France, remember me! Alas! my tears are vain : There is no storm to bear me back On thy dear shores again. Adieu, sweet land of France, &c. When in my people's sight I wore Ah! their applause was offered more I only would be queen, to reign Adieu, sweet land of France, &c. Love, glory, genius-ah! too dear,- My fates shall change to cold and drear My heart, my heart, with sudden woe, Adieu, sweet land of France, &c. Oh, France! in all her woes and fears, As now she greets thee through her tears, Alas! too swift my bark hath flown Night, as her hurried veil comes down, Adieu! sweet land of France, &c. W. DOWE, (AFTER BERANGER.) Much Coin Much Care. HE who possesses much, has much to lose, I-(that's the fancied bard who sings, not me)- From robber-debtor-borrowing friend-am free ; Earthquakes. might wreck from Greenland to the line, They would not bury house nor land of mine. Money involves the world in tribulation, Produces envy, hatred, theft, and strife, Gives birth to half the laws that vex the nation; It makes friends quarrel, severs man and wife: Named every day and hour with execration, Man's first-last trouble, and prime pest of life: Nations and individuals war about it, Because men fancy they can't do without it. All things alarm the monied man--the wind A monarch's death,-the altering of a law,-- They who have much are always wanting more, ANON. Don't Shut Your Boor. DON'T shut your door,—don't shut your door: If Love should come and call: 'Twill be no use at all. If Love command, you'd best obey,-- And make,-for that's the safest way,- So don't resist his gentle sway, Nor shut your door if he should call ;- I've seen him tame the wildest beast, The privileged guests who grace his feast He loves to tumble upside down Till all by love is overthrown. Will be no use at all. |