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The School-Boy.--THE AMULET.
THE SCHOOL-Boy had been rambling all the day,
But on again he pressed with quickened step,
O'ercome with terror, the pale boy sank down,
“TIME! thou art flying rapidly;
But whither art thou tiying ?”
“To the grave—which yours will be
I wait not for the dying.
And, laughing, passed life's morning;
Too late to give thee warning."
“Death! thy shadowy form I see,
The steps of Time pursuing :
What deed must thou be doing ?”
Thy chain to earth is rended :
Prepare! thy course is ended !"
Attentively the fainting boy perused
'Twas strange, the influence which that fearful hour
Stanzas-addressed to the Greeks.--ANONYMOUS.
On, on, to the just and glorious strife!
With your swords your freedom shielding : Nay, resign, if it must be 'so, even life;
But die at least, unyielding,
On to the strife! for 'twere far more meet
To sink with the foes who bay you,
And smile on the swords that slay you.
Shall the pagan slaves be masters, then,
Of the land which your fathers gave you ?
When your own good swords may save you?
No! let him feel that their arms are strong,
That their courage will fail them never,-
wrong, And bury past shame forever.
Let him know there are hearts, however bowed
By the chains which he threw around them,
And cry wo!” to the slaves who bound them.
Let him learn how weak is a tyrant's might
Against liberty's sword contending;
Their freedom and land defending.
Then on! then on to the glorious strife !
With your swords your country shielding ;
But die, at least, unyielding.
Strike! for the sires who left you free!
Strike! for their sakes who bore you!
And the Heaven you worship o'er you!
The Spanish Patriot's Song.--ANONYMOUS. HARK! Hear ye the sounds that the winds, on their pinions,
Exultingly roll from the shore to the sea, With a voice that resounds through her boundless dominions?
'Tis COLUMBIA calls on her sons to be free!
Behold, on yon summits, where Heaven has throned her,
How she starts from her proud, inaccessible seat; With nature's impregnable ramparts around her,
And the cataract's thunder and foam at her feet!
In the breeze of her mountains her loose locks are shaken,
While the soul-stirring notes of her warrior-song, From the rock to the valley, re-echo," Awaken!
Awaken, ye hearts, that have slumbered too long !" Yes, despots ! too long did your tyranny hold us,
In a vassalage vile, ere its weakness was known; Till we learned that the links of the chain that controlled us
Were forged by the fears of its captives alone.
That spell is destroyed, and no longer availing.
Despised as detested, pause well ere ye dare To cope with a people, whose spirits and feeling
Are roused by remembrance, and steeled by despair. Go, tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw
[them; The proud surges that sweep o'er the strand that confined But presume not again to give freemen a law,
Nor think with the chains they have broken to bind them.
To heights by-the beacons of Liberty lightened,
They're a scorn who come up her young eagles to tame : And to swords, that her sons for the battle have brightened,
The hosts of a king are as flax to a flame.
The Three Warnings.-MRS. THRALE.
The tree of deepest root is found
That love of life increased with years
The greatest love of life appears.
This great affection to believe,
When sports went round, and all were gay
“With you ! and quit my Susan's side! With you !" the hapless husband cried; “ Young as I am ? ?tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared : My thoughts on other matters go, This is my wedding-night, you know."
What more he urged I have not heard : His reasons could not well be stronger :
So Death the poor delinquent spared,
Yet, calling up a serions look,
And grant a kind reprieve,
Well pleased, the world will leave.”
What next the hero of our tale befell, How long he lived, how. wisely,—and how well It pleased him, in his prosperous course, To smoke his pipe, and pat his horse, -
The willing muse shall tell;