Thug atau air sons Sets of

Trax, and buy ezre;
Anul mainits open the garments white,

Thene, mosted bicams wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

'The flwers she most did love; She knew she should find them all again

In the fields of light above.

Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,

'The Reaper came that day; "I'Wn4 an angel visited the green earth,

And took the flowers away.

THE WRECK OF THE “ HESPERUS."

It was the schooner Hesperus,

That sail'd the wintry sea ;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter

To bear him company.

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,

Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds

That ope in the month of May.

Down came the storm, and smote amain

The vessel in its strength; She shudder'd and paused, like a frighted steed,

Then leap'd her cable's length.

“ Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,

And do not tremble so,
For I can weather the roughest gale

That ever wind did blow.

He wrapp'd her warm in his seaman's coat

Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,

And bound her to the mast.

“O Father! I hear the church bells ring !

Oh say, what may it be?" “ 'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast !"

And he steer'd for the open sea.

THE BATTLE OF KILLTECRANKIE.

BOOK we beard a challenge trumpet

Sounding in the Pass below,
And the distant tramp of horses,

And the voices of the foe;
Down We crouch'd amid the bracken,

TN the Lowland ralks drew Dear,
Pantiug like the bounds in summer,

When they seent the stately deer. From the dark defile emerging,

Next we saw the squadrons come, Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers

Marching to the tuck of drum; Through the scatter'd wood of birches,

O'er the broken ground and beath, Wound the long battalion slowly,

Till they gain'd the field beneath; Then we bounded from our covert.

Judge how look'd the Saxons then, When they saw the rugged mountain

Start to life with armed men ! Like a tempest down the ridges

Swept the hurricane of steel, Rore the slogan of Macdonald

Flash'd the broadsword of Lochiel. Vainly sped the withering volley

'Mongst the foremost of our bandOn we pour’d until we met them,

Foot to foot and hand to hand.
II orse and man went down like drift-wood

When the floods are black at Yule,

And their carcases are whirling

In the Garry's deepest pool.
Horse and man went down before us

Living foe there tarried none
On the field of Killiecrankie,

When that stubborn fight was done.

And the evening star was shining

On Schehallion's distant head, When we wiped our bloody broadswords,

And return'd to count the dead. There we found him gash'd and gory,

Stretch'd upon the cumber'd plain, As he told us where to seek him,

In the thickest of the slain.
And a smile was on his visage,

For within his dying ear
Peal'd the joyful note of triumph,

And the clansmen's clamorous cheer : So, amidst the battle's thunder,

Shot, and steel, and scorching flame, In the glory of his manhood,

Pass'd the spirit of the Graeme !

LONGFELLOW.

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death,

And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that

“Shall I have nought that is fair ?” saith he;

“Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,

I will give them all back again.”

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kiss'd their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves.

“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"

The Reaper said, and smiled; “ Dear tokens of the earth are they

Where He was once a child.

“ They shall all bloom in fields of light,

Transplanted by my care;
And saints upon their garments white,

These sacred blossoms wear.”

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again

In the fields of light above.

Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,

The Reaper came that day; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth,

And took the flowers away.