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other into the general mass, to check their exultation. Occasionally the Auttering of the sails would be heard; and when the looks of the startled seamen were turned to the wheel, they beheld the stranger grasping its spokes, with his quick eye glancing from the water to the canvas. At length the ship reached a point where she appeared to be rushing directly into the jaws of destruction, when suddenly her course was changed, and her head receded rapidly from the wind. At the same instant, the voice of the pilot was heard shouting — “Square away the yards !-- in mainsail !”
A general burst from the crew echoed, “Square away the yards !” and quick as thought, the frigate was seen gliding along the channel before the wind. The eye had hardly time to dwell on the foam, which seemed like clouds driving in the heavens, and directly the gallant vessel issued from her perils, and rose and fell on the heavy waves of the open sea.
CHARLES SPRAGUE. 1791-.
Mr. Sprague was born in Boston, and was a son of one of those veterans who assisted in making “one great tea-pot of Boston harbor." He was educated in the Boston schools, but left them at an early age, and entered a commercial house, as clerk. At twenty-one, he commenced business for himself; but he has been for many years occupied as cashier of the Globe Bank. But during the intervals of business, he has found leisure for extensive reading, and for writing several admirable poems. Some of these are Curiosity, Shakspeare Ode, Centennial Ode, The Winged Worshippers, and several beautiful ones of a domestic character.
: (From the “ Centennial Ode."] X TRIBUTE TO THE ABORIGINES OF OUR COUNTRY.
ALAS! alas! for them — those fated bands,
Their outraged feelings scan;
A voice comes forth — 't is from the dust
The savage was a man!
And in his toils took part ?
The savage had a heart!
He heard the thunders roll,
I venerate the Pilgrim's cause, .
Yet for the red man dare to plead -
He turned to nature for a creed;
We sought our God in prayer;.
And the Great Spirit worshipped there.
He saw the cloud, ordained to grow,
Beneath the invader's evil eye;
At midnight hour he woke to gaze
Upon his happy cabin's blaze,
He saw — and, maddening at the sight,
Alas! for them -- their day is o'er,
Their pleasant springs are dry;
Their children go — to die.
But the doomed Indian leaves behind no trace,
Shall link him to a future age,
Or give him with the past a rank;
His very name must be a blank.
HANNAH F. GOULD. 1792-.X Miss Gould is a native of Lancashire, Vermont, but her life has been mostly spent in Newburyport, Massachusetts. She did not appear before the public as a writer at an early age, but her poems occupy three duodecimo volumes.
And there will my course be ended ?"
It seemed in mid-air suspended.
“O, no!” said the Earth ; “ thou shalt not lie
For thou wilt be safe in my keeping.
And the flowers from my bosom are peeping !
“ And then thou shalt have thy choice, to be
Or aught of thy spotless whiteness ; — .
Regaining thy dazzling brightness.
“I'll let thee awake from thy transient sleep,
In a drop from the unlocked fountain ;
Encircling the brow of the mountain.
“Or, wouldst thou return to a home in the skies,
A pencil of sunbeams is blending!
And never regret descending!”.
" Then I will drop,” said the trusting flake ;
Nor the mist, that shall pass with the morning :
To the regions above returning.
“And, if true to thy word and just thou art,
And return to my native heaven.
By the promise that God hath given!”
ORVILLE DEWEY. 1794–. Mr. Dewey is a native of Sheffield, Mass. He supplied Dr. Channing's pulpit, in Boston, while the latter was in Europe; was pastor of a church in New Bedford, for about ten years; and was afterwards settled over the Church of the Messiah, in New York, which situation he has recently resigned. He has been one of the most popular preachers in the country, pleasing by the finish of his style, and his eloquence in behalf of humanity. Besides several volumes of Discourses, Mr. Dewey has published a very interesting Journal of Observations and Reflections made on a Visit to Europe.
[From "Moral Views of Society."]
MORAL DANGER OF BUSİNESS. I ask, if there is not good ground for the admonitions, on this point, of every moral and holy teacher of the age? What means, if there is not, that eternal disingenuity of trade, that is ever putting on fair appearances and false pretences, — of “the buyer that says, It is nought, it is nought, but when he is gone his way then boasteth,” — of the seller, who is always exhibiting the best samples - not fair, but false samples — of what he has to sell; of the seller, I say, who, to use the language of another, if he is tying up a bundle of quills, will place several in the centre, of not half the value of the rest, and thus sends