It seem'd to answer to my thought; And with its welcome presence brought The voyage it lights no longer, ends How can I but recall the friends Fresh from the pain it was to part— Meet with a deeper, dearer love; Farewell! ah, would to me were given What words upon our English heaven Kind messages of love and hope Upon thy rays should be; Thy shining orbit should have scope Scarcely enough for me. Oh, fancy, vain as it is fond, And little needed too! My friends-I need not look beyond My heart to look for you. LANDON.1 1 Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) (1802-1838), a poetess of considerable eminence, married Mr. Maclean, Governor of Cape Coast Castle, in Guinea. Shortly after her arrival in Africa, she died from poison swallowed in mistake for medicine. THE DUEL. In Brentfield town, of old renown, There lived a Mister Bray, Who fell in love with Lucy Bell,— And so did Mr. Clay. Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay, "You choose to rival me, And court Miss Bell; but there your court "Unless you now give up your suit, Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray, "And so I say to you, unless Now gold is oft for silver changed, But these two went away to give But first they sought a friend a-piece, When they were dead, they thus should have To measure out the ground not long The seconds then forbore, And having taken one rash step, They next prepared each pistol-pan By putting in the prime of death Now all was ready for the foes; Said Mr. C. to Mr. B., "Here one of us may fall, "I do confess I did attach I, with two more to help me, Then out spake Spurius Lartius,- "I will abide on thy left side, "Horatius," quoth the Consul, Life is real-Life is earnest ! Not enjoyment and not sorrow, Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle- Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, Footprints-that perhaps another Let us then be up and doing, LONGFELLOW.1 1 The most learned, and perhaps the most elegant, of the American poets |