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EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

“But from the mountain's grassy side

A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,

And water from the spring.

“Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;

All earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.”

Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,

His gentle accents fell :
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far, in a wilderness obscure,

The lonely mansion lay;
A refuge to the neighbouring poor,

And strangers led astray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch,

Required a master's care;
The wicket, opening with a latch,

Received the harmless pair.

And now, when busy crowds retire,

To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his pensive guest;

And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily press'd, and smiled; And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguiled.

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Next morn, a storm came on at four,

At six, the elements in motion Planged me and three poor sailors more

Headlong within the foaming ocean. Poor wretches! they soon found their graves ;

For me—it may be only fancyBut Love seem'd to forbid the waves

To snatch me from the arms of Nancy !

THE SIILOR'S JOURNAL.

"The post-meridian, balf-past four,

By signal I from Nancy parted: At sinshe lingerd on the shore,

With uplift hands and broken-heartedl. It seven, while taughtening the fore-stay,

I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy: It eight we all got under weigh,

And bade a long adieu to Nancy!

Night came, and now eight bells had rung,

While careless sailors, ever cheery, On the mid-watch so jovial sung,

With tempers labour canot weary. 1, litale to their mirth inclined, While tender thoughts rushil on my fancy,

my wont sighs increased the wind, Luokil on the moon, and thought of Naney!

And now arrived that jovial night,

When every true-bred tar carvuses; When, w'er the grog, all hands delight

To tvast their sweethearts and their spouses. Round went the can, the jest, the glee,

While tender wishes tillid each funey; And when, in turn, it came to me,

I heaved a sigli, and toasted Nancy!

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

“ But from the mountain's

grassy

side A guiltless feast I bring A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,

And water from the spring.

“Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;

All earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long."

Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,

His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far, in a wilderness obscure,

The lonely mansion lay;
A refuge to the neighbouring poor,

And strangers led astray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch,

Required a master's care;
The wicket, opening with a latch,

Received the harmless pair.

And now, when busy crowds retire,

To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his pensive guest;

And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily press'd, and smiled; And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguiled.

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