"Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! Never again shall my brothers embrace me! But rapture and beauty they cannot recall. Land of my forefathers! Erin-go-bragh! Erin mavourneen*-Erin-go-bragh!" *Ireland my darling. The Harper and his Bog. N the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, She said, while the sorrow was big at her heart, "Oh, remember your Sheelah, when far, far away, And be kind, my dear Pat, to your poor dog Tray." Poor dog, he was faithful and kind to be sure, And he constantly loved me although I was poor; When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray. When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold, And Pat and his dog were grown weary and olu, How snugly we slept in my old coat of gray, And he licked me for kindness, my poor dog Tray. Though my wallet was scant, I remember'd his case, Where now shall I go? poor, forsaken, and blind, The Mariners of England. E mariners of England! Whose flag has braved a thousand The battle and the breeze, Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe, And sweep through the deep years While the stormy tempests blow; The spirit of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake* and mighty Nelson fell No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow; The meteor-flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. * BLAKE.-A brave admiral, who greatly signalised himself in battles with the Dutch and Spaniards. He died as he was entering Plymouth Sound in August. 1657. D Napoleon and the young English Sailor. Napoleon, in 1803, determined to invade England, and this caused 300,000 volunteers to enrol themselves for the defence of our shores. Napoleon was closely watched by the English, and considering his project too hazardous he abandoned it, and marched his army against the Austriaus. LOVE contemplating-apart From all his homicidal glory- 'Twas when his banners at Boulogne They suffer'd him, I know not how, His eye, methinks, pursued the flight A stormy midnight watch, he thought, To England nearer. |