WELTER upon the waters, mighty one

And stretch thee in the ocean's trough of brine;
Turn thy wet scales up to the wind and sun,
And toss the billow from thy flashing fin ;
Heave thy deep breathings to the ocean's din,
And bound upon its ridges in thy pride :
Or dive down to its lowest depths, and in

The caverns where its unknown monsters hide,
Measure thy length beneath the gulf-stream's tide--
Or rest thee on that navel of the sea

Where, floating on the Maelstrom, abide

The krakens sheltering under Norway's lee;

But

go

not to Nahant, lest men should swear, You are a great deal bigger than you are.

"AES ALIENUM."

HISPANIA! oh, Hispania! once my home-How hath thy fall degraded every son

Who owns thee for a birth-place. They who walk Thy marbled courts and holy sanctuaries,

Or tread thy olive groves, and pluck the grapes

That cluster there-or dance the saraband
By moonlight, to some Moorish melody—
Or whistle with the Muleteer, along

Thy goat-climb'd rocks and awful precipices;
How do the nations scorn them and deride!
And they who wander where a Spanish tongue
Was never heard, and where a Spanish heart
Had never beat before, how poor, how shunn'd,
Avoided, undervalued, and debased,

Move they among the foreign multitudes!

Once I was bright to the world's eye, and pass'd
Among the nobles of my native land

In Spain's armorial bearings, deck'd and stampt
With Royalty's insignia, and I claimed
And took the station of my high descent;

But the cold world has cut a cantle out

From my escutcheon-and now here I am,
A poor, depreciated pistareen.*

THE GUERRILLA.

THOUGH friends are false, and leaders fail,
And rulers quake with fear;

Though tam'd the shepherd in the vale,
Though slain the mountaineer;
Though Spanish beauty fill their arms,
And Spanish gold their purse-
Sterner than wealth's or war's alarms,
Is the wild Guerrilla's curse.

No trumpets range us to the fight ;
No signal sound of drum

Tells to the foe, that in their might
The hostile squadrons come.
No sunbeam glitters on our spears,
No warlike tramp of steeds

Gives warning-for the first that hears

Shall be the first that bleeds.

*This coin passed at the time for but eighteen cents.

The night breeze calls us from our bed,
At dewfall forms the line,

And darkness gives the signal dread

That makes our ranks combine :

Or should some straggling moonbeam lie On copse or lurking hedge,

'Twould flash but from a Spaniard's eye, Or from a dagger's edge.

'Tis clear in the sweet vale below,

And misty on the hill;

The skies shine mildly on the foe,

But lour upon us still.

This gathering storm shall quickly burst,

And spread its terrors far,

And at its front we'll be the first,

And with it go to war.

Oh! the mountain peak shall safe remain

'Tis the vale shall be despoil'd,

And the tame hamlets of the plain

With ruin shall run wild;

But Liberty shall breathe our air

Upon the mountain head,

And Freedom's breezes wander here,

Here all their fragrance shed.

JACK FROST AND THE CATY-DID.*

JACK FROST.

I HEARD 'twas on an Autumn night—
A little song from yonder tree;
'Twas a Caty-did, in the branches hid,

"Fair Caty sat beside yon stream,
Beneath the chestnut tree;

Each star sent forth its brightest gleam,
And the moon let fall her softest beam

On Caty and on me.

And thus she wish'd-O, could I sing
Like the little birds in May,

With a satin breast and a silken wing,
And a leafy home by this gentle spring,

I'd chirp as blithe as they.

*The subject, and many of the ideas, were suggested by a friend.