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BY MRS. L. S. GOODWIN.
" Far out of the usual course of vessels crossing that ocean, they discovered an unknown island, covered with ma-
Believe you not that in his pain,
His agony of soul,
Flew o'er the dark engirding main
The thoughts which spurn control?
Abiding with the cherished ones
Whơ blest a far-off home;
O how his sinking spirit yearned
To view once more that dome;
To hear young voices gayly shout
For joy that he had come.
He mused how love with pining frame
Her grief-fount would exhaust,
As on time's laggard wing there came
No tidings of the lost.
Ah! who may speak the bitter pangs
That exile's bosom knew,
As, day by day, and hour by hour,
Faint, and yet fainter, grew
The hope that erst had nerved him on
His labor to pursue.
To ply their wonted task, at length,
Refused his weary hands ;
His form was stretched, bereft of strength. l'pon that tiny cell,
Upon the burning sands.
Haply his latest wish besought
Mong kindred dend to lie;
But fate denied the boon, and death
Seized him 'neath stranger sky; 'T were better e'en the sea should whelm
While mercy drew a mystic veil
'Twixt him and friendship's eye.
REMINISCENCES OF A READER.
BY THE LATE WALTER UERRIES, ESQ.
Ou! the times will never be again
As they were when we were young,
And Moore and Byron sung ;
To charm us every year,
While Wordsworth sipped small beer.
And did n't mix his liquor ;
Had not begun to flicker;
Mouthed "Curses of Kehama;"
Strange oracles would stammer ; When Rodgers sent his " Memory,"
Thus hoping to delight all,
To give" feeds” and invite all ;
Enchanted pious people,
If through it loomed a steeple.
When first reviewers learned to show
Their judgment without mercy;
As now he's old and pursy ;
Could fix an author's doom,
To kill à coup de plume.
To the Parnassian mount,
In the Castalian fount;
To cry out " Place aux Dames :"
And did n't strive for palms.
What it was when we were young,
To which our boyhood clung ;
For whom our wreaths we twined,
To show the march of mind.
Power, consequence, importance, greatness, are was treated with all that marked distinction which, relative terms; they denote position or attainment, even among her rude people, continues to be paid to comparable with some other. And hence a queen is preeminence. And while she sought to do the best a queen at the head of a band of gipsies as much as for all, she received all this homage with that ease, if she sat upon a throne, at the head of a nation and that apparent absence of wonder, which denote whose morning drum beats an eternal reveille. It the right to distinction—this was a part of her queenly was therefor, and for another cause yet to be told, character admirably sustained, natural, easy, dignithat I listed my hat with particular deference when fied. But the queen was a woman. I had heard her I opened suddenly upon the head woman of a gipsy / give orders, which sent certain of the most active of tribe, as I was passing through a small piece of the young, male and female, to the other side of the woodland. Though, truth to say, I had been looking village, and then she gave employment to the old and at her for some time, an hour previous, as she was the young in the moving hamlet, and seeing the first giving some directions to one or two of her ragged depart, and the last busy, she left the camp, and took and dirty train. Now I had known that woman in her way through the wood. I followed her and other circumstances. I had seen her in the family, traced her rapid steps to the burying-ground of the had heard her commended by the men for her grace town, which stood a distance from any dwelling. ful movements, and berated by the women for ex- Seating myself out of view, I saw the queen walk hibiting those movements to the men, and being as directly to a recently sodded grave, upon which she free with her tongue in presence of her female supe looked down for a moment, and then clasping ber riors as she had been with her feet before her male hands wildly above her head she threw herself with admirers. But neither the admiration of the men nor a subdued cry upon the grave. I was too far from the rebuke of the women produced any effect. All her to distinguish all the words of her lament, but that this woman received from a long sojourn with they were wild and agonizing. the people of the village, was a little loss of the dark- After a short time the woman arose, and said with ·ness of the skin, and a pretty good understanding of a distinct, clear voice, “With thee and for thee 1 the wants and weaknesses of society. Everybody could have endured the mockery of their boasted knew that she had been left in exchange for a health civilization, and suffered the ceremories of their ful child—and some years before it had been dis- tame creed. With thee and for thee I would have covered that the healthful child would be worth no- foregone my native tribe and my hereditary rights. thing to the gipsies, and the gipsy girl would, at the So persuasive was thy affection that I could have first opportunity, return to her “ brethren and kin- forgotten-or at least would not have boasted—that dred according to the flesh.” And such was the skill I was of the glorious race ibat knows no manacles of which she manifested on her retu n, such her ability body or of mind, but what it chooses to impose. But to direct, such her knowledge of the wants of the thou art gone, and with thee all my attraction to the villagers, and her power to take advantage of these idle, wearisome life of thy race. I have returned to wants, that she became the head of the tribe with my people, and I may lead them, and power and which she was associated, and might have directed activity may for a time weaken my agony. I need numerous tribes, could they have been collected for no longer sacrifice my love for my race-but yet one her guidance.
sacrifice I will make, and thy grave shall be the I could not learn that there was much of a story altar. With thee my heart is buried. To thee do I connected with the life of the queen, much indeed here swear an eternal fidelity-and year by year that would interest the general reader. But she was will I lead my tribe hither, that I may pour out my a woman-and her heart, a mystery to the uninitiated, anguish upon the sod that rises above thee. And I would, if exposed, have been worth a world's pe- may hope that such devotion may lead the spirit that rusal. A woman's heart-alas ! how few are ad- made our race for future happiness as for present mitted to loose the seals and open that secret volume! | freedom, to give thee back to me when I enter on How very few could understand the revelation if it my world of changeless love and glorious recomwere made., I could not, I confess; and it is only pense.” when a peculiar light is thrown upon here and there Kneeling again, the Gipsy Queen kissed the grave, a page, that I can acquire even a partial knowledge and gathered a few blades of grass and one or two of what is manifested. The Queen of the Gipsies, flowers, shook away the tears which she had let fall though elevated by right, and sustained by knowledge, upon them, and placing them in her bosom turned was no less a woman than a queen. She c , Id and and left the burying-place, and proceeded toward the did command male and female, old and young. She camp. I left my position by the other route, and