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Why should we sever? Why should coldness stealing
Between two hearts, affection made so warm-
Blight all the budding flowers of tender feeling,
And with dark clouds, Love's summer-sky deform?
Why should we sever? thou wert formed to hold me
A willing captive in love's flowery chain;
And yet, those lips, with mocking smiles, have told me
“ Here we must part, to meet no more again !"
Why should we sever? Can the links be broken
In one brief hour, that years have seen entwined ?
The word “farewell,” tho' said, is quickly spoken,
But,—the heart's ties, can one cold word unbind ?
No!-should we sever!-should fate tear asunder,
Hearts it may break, but tries to bend in vain.
Like the cleft rock, rent by the raging thunder
A fearful ruin, both must still remain !


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airs that stole along would not have been

sufficient to have lifted the down off the BY EDWARD HOWARD,

“ RATTLIN mountain thistle. Notwithstanding the THE REEFER, &c.”

rough and in hospitable appearance of this

part of the coast, there were still two or IN THREE PARTS--PART FIRST.

three sandy bights, scattered at long dis

tances, which afforded shelter to a few fishThe Unexpected Volunteer.

ing boats, and supported each a small ham.

let of huts, the inhabitants of which boasted " THE long, the graceful, the swan-like of many callings, and some of these were frigate slept upon the waters”—ah no-she not exactly accordant either with the letter did not sleep--the phrase is pretty, but inap. or the spirit of the laws. propriate. There may be repose in the smile His Majesty's ship Amelia was a firstof conscious power, but there is no slumber. class frigate, mounting fifty guns, though at As to the real beauty of her aspect, she rest that time rated only as a thirty-eight. In her ed upon the smooth sea like a sunbeam upon extreme length she was but a few feet shorta cloud, but there was a visionary menace of er than one of the smaller seventy-fours, and destruction in the bright tranquillity of her it was the boast of her gallant captain, that battery, as she lay upon the dark blue ex- in a brisk gale there was no two-decker beparse. You looked upon her, and, awed by longing to the enemy that he would not eagerher majestic beauty, the mind spurned the ly engage. Appearing, from her single gundalliance of gentle imaginings, and dwelt deck, to lie much lower in the water than only upon the lightning ihat destroys ere it was actually the case, and all her upper is fully beheld, and the thunderbolt that works being painted of a jet black, gave her crushes on the instant that its dreadful call the remarkable appearance of length to of death resounds.

which we have before alluded. One streak The moon shone in all the glory of its of the most spotless white, no broader than filled orb, and so brightly that night did she the port-holes of the main-deck, ran from the reign the acknowledged empress of the hea. figure-head to the quarter-gallery. From vens, that the multitude of courtier-stars this line of purity, the strong battery of fourshrank back into dimness and obscurity, and-twenty pounders looked grimly forth. and but few dared to tell of their existence The rest of her cannon were scarcely perin the effulgence of the abounding glory. ceived, as they were barely distinguishable

The English coast off Cornwall, with its from the deep jet of the quarter-deck and dark abrupt rocks and white patches of forecastle bulwarks. There was nothing chalk, was accurately reflected in the al- meretricious; no gilding, and, as the sailors most still and midnight sea, that was only term it, no gingerbread about her. The cutat intervals heard to sigh gently against the water terminated in a simple and classical broken and iron-bound shores. It was calm scroll, and every thing told of neatness and or so nearly approaching to it, that the few, elegance.



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