WILLIAM JEWETT PABODIE. [Born about 1815. A barrister, principally known as author of Calidore, a Legendary Poem, published in 1839]. ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. GONE in the flush of youth! Gone ere thy heart had felt earth's withering care; Fied like a dream away! But yesterday mid life's auroral bloom- Fond hearts were beating high, Fond eyes were watching for the loved one gone, They watched-not all in vain Thy form once more the wonted threshold passed; But choking sobs, and tears like summer rain, Welcomed thee home at last. Friend of my youth, farewell! To thee, we trust, a happier life is given; EPES SARGENT. [Born in 1816. He began writing for the stage at an early age; his drama of The Bride of Genoa having been acted in 1836, and his most admired tragedy, Velasco, in 1837]. A CALM. Oh for one draught of cooling northern air! Rock the fixed hull, and swell the clinging sail! Sound thy shrill whistle! we will bid thee hail ! Though wrapped in all the storm-clouds of the north, Yet from thy home of ice, come forth, O breeze, come forth! FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD. [Born in 1816, daughter of a merchant named Locke ; died some years ago. Towards 1835 she married the painter Mr. Osgood, and the earlier years of their wedded life were passed in England. Mrs. Osgood published various miscellaneous writings and compilations, frequently using the pseudonym of “Florence"]. THE SOUL'S LAMENT FOR HOME. As plains the homesick ocean-shell Of love, the charmed melody Of pearl, with softest music-moan— So asks my homesick soul below Of music from the Eternal Mind; Save from thy voice, Celestial Love! BIANCA. A WHISPER Woke the air, A soft light tone, and low, Yet barbed with shame and woe. h might it only perish there, Nor farther go! But no! a quick and eager ear Caught up the little, meaning soundAnother voice has breathed it clearAnd so it wandered round From ear to lip, from lip to ear, Until it reached a gentle heart That throbbed from all the world apart, It was the only heart it found- Low as it seemed to other ears, And thus her heart, unused to shame, (For who the maid that knew But owned the delicate flower-like grace Her light and happy heart, that beat ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH. [Miss Lynch, born towards 1816, is the daughter of one of the "United Irishmen," who, having joined the Rebellion of 1798, was banished for life after four years' imprisonment. She is a miscellaneous writer in prose as well as verse]. TO THE SAVIOUR. OH thou who once on earth beneath the weight The incarnation of profoundest love; Who on the Cross that love didst consummate- FAITH. SECURELY cabined in the ship below, Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea, A pathless wilderness of waves to me: But yet I do not fear, because I know That he who guides the good ship o'er that waste Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced. Blindfold I walk this life's bewilderiug maze, Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain-pass, Through thornset barren and through deep morass; But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways, And bare my head unshrinking to the blast, Because my Father's arm is round me cast; And, if the way seems rough, I only clasp The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp. LOVE. Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love,- Thy generous spirit may not stoop and wait, Like a spurned beggar's at a palace-gate. But thy heart's affluence lavish uncontrolledThe largess of thy love give full and free, As monarchs in their progress scatter gold; And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea, That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow, Though tributary streams or ebb or flow. |