Dearer the humble cot

Where long-tried friends will meet when eve comes round

Than the gay palaces which may be found

Upon that distant spot.

On! o'er the deep calm Sea!

Speed, speed my gallant vessel, o'er the foam! Thou bear'st us onward to the cherished home, And friends of infancy!

STANZAS.

"Oh! blame not the bard, if, in Pleasure's soft dream, He should try to forget-what he never can heal."

MOORE.

YE tell me joy and peace await
The closing hours of life,-

That 'twill be mine, e'en yet, to know
Moments with gladness rife.

Oh! give me back the fearless trust--
The joyous hopes of yore-
The truth the confidence once felt,—
Alas! their reign is o'er!

The evening of my life may bring

Riches, and Power, and Fame ;~
And they who frown upon me now,
Perchance may cease to blame ;-
Friendship and Love may bless my lot,—
And my heart cease to mourn,—
But the gladness of departed years
Can never more return!

Then blame me not that now I strive
To banish painful thought;
Though oft in vain, 'midst revels gay,
Forgetfulness is sought.

A word, a look, recalls the past,-
Too soon doth pleasure fade,―

And over momentary joy

Doth sorrow cast a shade.

Let but one gentle star arise—
One hope to cheer me on,—
And all ye deem I may attain

Of Earth-gifts, should be won.
But, lone and sad, I strive in vain
To conquer dark despair,

And rush into the world's gay scenes To seek oblivion there.

THE PARTING ADMONITION.

(SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BEARING THAT TITLE.)

"Go thy ways, and be honest!"

THOU must go forth, my child,
To mingle in the world, and learn its ways;-
Think of the lessons given in early days,
And be not thou beguiled

From the right path:-I bid thee go, and be
Honest and true;-and GoD will prosper thee!

And oh should trials come,

And dark temptation lure thy heart astray,
And lead thy steps from Virtue's narrow way—
Think of thy childhood's home,

And of the friends who 'll fondly love thee still,-
Oh! may such thoughts protect from earthly ill!

Thy Mother weeps to see

Her darling child thus from her care depart,-
And oh how often will thy Father's heart,

In absence, yearn for thee!

Many a fond prayer, and many an anxious thought Will be, my child, with thy remembrance fraught.

GOD BLESS THEE, dearest one!

Be watchful strive thy duties to fulfill

Pray for His grace to guide through good and ill;— And, when from earth I'm gone,

Let a fond Father's parting precepts be

Treasured for ever in thy memory!