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“Sir, if my judgment you 'll allow - 1 I've seen

- 1 and sure I ought to know.” | So, begs you'd pay a due submis'sion, / And acquiesce in his decision. Two travellers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they pass'd, And on their way, in friendly chat, Now talk'd of this', and then of that', | Discours'd a while, 'mongst other matter, I Of the Chameleon's form', I and nature.

“ A stranger animal,” cries one, I “ Sure never liv'd beneath the sun! | A lizard's body, lean, and long, A fish's head', I a serpent's tongue, | Its foot with triple claw disjoin'd-1 And what a length of tail behind! | How slow, its pace! | and then, its hue' - 1 Who ever saw so fine a blue ?” | “ Hold there,” | the other quick repliesi, 1 “'Tis green - | I saw it with these , eyes', i As late with open mouth, it lay, I And warm'd it in the sunny ray. ; ! Stretch'd at its ease', the beast I view'd', i And saw it eat the air for food." | " I've seen it, friend, as well as you', I And must again affirm it blue. At leisure, I the beast survey'd', ! Extended in the cooling shade." I “ 'Tis green', 't is green', I can assure' ye." | “Green !” | 'cries the other in a fury, 1 2« Why', do you think I've lost my eyes' ?"| “'T were no great loss,” the friend replies., | “For, if they always serve you thus', 1 You'll find them but of little use." |

So high at last the contest rose', 1
From words they almost came to blows : 1
When luckily came by, a third 1
To him the question they referr'd; |
And beggd he'd tell them, if he knew', |
Whether the thing was green, or blue. |

“ Sirs,” cries the umpire, / " cease your pother; |
The creature's neither one nor t’other. I
I caught the animal last night,
And view'd it o'er by candle-light:
I mark'd it well i't was black as jet - 1
You stare | but I have got it yet', /
And can produce it.” “ Pray then do'; \
For I am sure the thing is blue.” |

've seen

“ And I'll' engage, 1 that when you

1 The reptile, 1 you'll pronounce him green.” | “ Well then, I at once to end the doubt,” | Replies the man, , “I'll turn him out : 1 And, when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, | I'll eat him.” | He said ; | then full before their sight, Produc'd the beast', / and lo!-'t was white !!

Both stared : the man look'd wondrous wise
• My children,” | 'the chameleon cries, !
(Then first the creature found a tongue)
2. You all are right, | and all are wrong. : !
When next you talk of what you view,
Think others see as well as you':|
Nor wonder if you find that none,
Prefers your eye-sight to his own.

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(Written after the death of a sister-in-law.]

Answer me, burning stars of night! |

Where hath the spirit gone, |
That, past the reach of human sight, |

E’en as a breeze, hath flown?
And the stars answer'd me, | “We roll

In light, and power on high'; |
But, of the never-dying soul', !

Ask things that cannot die !” |
O many-toned, and chainless wind ! |

Thou art a wanderer free',
Tell me if thou its place canst find', ]

Far over mount, and sea, ? |
And the wind murmur'd in reply', - 1

“The blue deep I have cross'd', 1
And met its barks, and billows high', \'

But not what thou hast lost!|
Ye clouds that gorgeously repose

Around the setting sun',
Answer! | have ye a home for those |

Whose earthly race is run' ? |
The bright clouds answer'd, - | "We depart', |

We van'ish from the sky.;
Ask what is deathless in thy heart', I

For that which cannot die !" |
Speak, then, thou voice of God within !!

Thou of the deep low tone ! |
Answer me! | through life's restless din', ]

Where hath the spirit flown? |
And the voice answer'd, - |“Be thou still!

Enough to know is givı'n; |
Clouds, winds, and stars their task fulfil,-

Thine is to trust in Heav,'n !” |


(COWPER.) He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free; And all are slaves beside. | There's not a chain | That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, I but he casts it off 1 With as much ease as Samson his green withes. I He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, / and, though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, I Calls the delightful scenery all his own. I His are the mountains; and the valleys his;| And the resplendent riv'ers: his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, i But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And, smiling, say, "My Father made them all!" Are they not his by a peculiar right', / And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy', I Whose heart with praise', and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love | That plann'd, and built, / and still upholds a world | So clothed with beauty,for rebellious man ? | Yes' - ye may fill your garners, ye that reap The loaded soil, and ye may waste much good In senseless riot ; | but ye will not find In feast', or in the chase', I in song', or dance, A liberty like his, I who, unimpeach'd Of usurpation, I and to no man's wrong, I Appropriates nature as his Father's work, | And has a richer use of

yours than He is indeed a freeman: | free by birth Of no mean city, I plann’d or ere the hills


Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea'
With all his roaring multitude of waves. I
His freedom is the same in ev'ry state ; )
And no condition of this changeful life, 1
So manifold in cares, | whose ev'ry day
Brings its own evil with it, ! makes it less. ; |
For he has wings that neither sickness', pain',
Nor pen'ury I can cripple, or confine :
No nook so narrow but he spreads them there
With ease', I and is at large : the oppressor holds
His body bound, but knows not what a range
His spirit takes, I unconscious of a chain ;
And that to bind him, is a vain attempt',
Whom God delights in, , and in whom he dwells. ]


(CAMPBELL.) There came to the beach, a poor exile of E'rin;

The dew on his thin robe, was heavy, and chill; | For his country he sigh'd when at twilight repairing,

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.. I But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion; For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, | Where once, in the fervour of youth's warm emotion, He sung

the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. I Sad is my fate! (said the heart-broken stranger) |

The wild-deer, and wolf to a covert can flee; } But I have no refuge from famine, and danger:

A home, and a country remain not to me, Never again in the green sunny bowers, | Where my forefathers liv’d, I shall I spend the sweet

hours, 1 Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers,

And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! |

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