IV.

Thus where the cliff, abrupt and steep,
Looks down upon the sullen deep,
Far from his mother's side, the child
Sat playing on the verge, and smiled:-
She laid her bosom bare, and won
From the dread brink her truant son.

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FAREWELL

TO

THE OAKLANDS.

Home of my heart! within thy sacred shades,
How many tender recollections dwell,
Whose soothing influence every spot pervades-
Home of my heart! dear sacred shades, farewell!

Here fled our merry round of childish hours;
And here, the happiest days of youth were past:
Oh then, what dreams of future bliss were, ours!
Fond foolish dreams-too bright, too sweet to last!

Here too, how many dear memorials rise

Of her, whose native taste each scene improv'd.
If happy souls can leave yon blissful skies,
Her's oft has hovered round the scenes she lov'd.

Around me scarce a shrub or tree appears,
But what her hand in varied groups dispos'd:
Here too-and oh, how much that thought en-
dears

This sacred spot!-here too, her life was clos'd.

Oh, is it strange that some sad tears should fall,
And some fond yearnings fill the swelling breast,
While pensive memory would awhile recall
The long past scenes, on which she loves to rest!

Alas my own dear home! within thy bowers,
That we have lov'd so well, shall strangers tread-
The stranger's hand shall cull thy blooming flowers,
And thy thick foliage shade the stranger's head.

Since childhood's morn among thy shades we rov'd,
And sported oft beneath each spreading tree;
Oh who will love thy shades as we have lov'd,
What hearts are bound by such fond ties to thee!

Home of my heart, farewell! 'tis hard to bear The thought, that strangers in thy bowers will dwell;

Yet shall not this-nor time-nor absence tear My love from thee. Home of my heart, farewell!

A. P. L.

THE SPANISH GIRL

OF

THE CORDILLERAS.

THE women who inhabit the lofty regions of the Cordilleras in South America, are among the fairest and most interesting either of the Old or the New World. Like the Circassian girls, inhabiting a mountain air, pure and exhilarating, they seem to partake in its qualities, and the acuteness of their feelings is only equalled by the delicacy of their forms, the brightness of their sparkling black eyes, and the redundant luxuriance of their flowing hair, which not unfrequently reaches almost to the ground. Their hands are of the most delicate proportions and dazzling whiteness; their teeth generally like two rows of unsullied ivory; and their feet almost as small as those of the Chinese women. Though allowed many of the freedoms of our North American females, in visiting their friends, and partaking of public amusements, they are still