leaving Charles for a time to pursue the even tenor of his useful and happy, though unostentatious way of life, unespied upon and unchronicled.

(To be continued.)

We offer the following poems for the judgment of our readers. We assure them that they are truly and solely the production of an artisan in the very humblest walks of humble life. We shall only remark upon them, that they seem dictated by an unquenchable, inexpressible enthusiasm for the true, and the beautiful, which, considered rightly, will be always found to be true. Intense, indeed, must be the fire of that inspiration, that will burn so brightly, hitherto unfostered by the world's approbation, (for praise is almost the breath of life to the poet,) and secretly cherished amidst penury and privation. In our opinion of the excellence of these verses, we are not singular; for they have been shown to, and excited the admiration of, one of the brightest geniuses of the age. We hope that our friends will not do us the injustice to think that this is a mercenary puff, or that we have inserted these lines from any other but the most disinterested motives, or if interested, only from the interest we take in advancing talent wherever it may be found.

And art thou still the same sweet May
That I did love so well,

When humming like a happy bee
Along thy primrose dell,

I thought, O! what a lovely world
Is this dear God has given;
And wondered any one should seek
For any other heaven?

Then hawthorn buds are come again,
And apple-blossoms too,
And all the idle happy birds,

May sing the long day through.

The old green lane awakes once more,
And looks, perhaps, for me,
Alas! green lane, my heart may die,
I cannot come to thee.

J. S.

SNARLEYYOW; OR, THE DOG FIEND.*

AN HISTORICAL NOVEL.

BY CAPT. MARRYAT.
CHAPTER XXIX.

In which Jemmy Ducks proves the truth of Moggy's assertion, that there was no one like him before or since-Nancy and Jemmy serenade the stars.

As soon as Moggy landed at the Point with her dear darling duck of a husband, as she called him, she put his chest and hammock on a barrow and had them wheeled up to her own lodgings, and then they went out to call upon Nancy Corbett to make their future arrangements; Moggy proceeding in rapid strides, and Jemmy trotting with his diminutive legs behind her, something like a stout pony by the side of a large horse. It was in pedestrianism that Jemmy most felt his inferiority, and the protecting, fond way in which Moggy would turn round every minute and say, "Come along, my duck," would have been irritating to any other but one of Jemmy's excellent temper. Many looked at Jemmy as he waddled along, smiled and passed on; one unfortunate nymph, however, ventured to stop, and putting her arms a-kimbo, looked down upon and exclaimed, “Vell, you are a nice little man," and then commenced singing the old re

frain

| young lady was not one of those who would offer the other cheek to be smitten, and she immediately flew at Moggy and returned the blow; but Jemmy, who liked quiet, caught her round the legs, and, as if she had been a feather, threw her over his head, so that she fell down in the gutter behind him with a violence which was anything but agreeable. She gained her legs again, looked at her soiled garments, scraped the mud off her cheek-we are proper language, and finding herself in the to add, made use of some very imshaking her fist at every twenty paces. minority, walked off, turning round and

sorry

Moggy and her husband continued their arrived at the house of Nancy Corbett, course as if nothing had happened, and who had, as may be supposed, changed her lodgings and kept out of sight of VanJemmy Ducks; so far as his person went slyperken. Nancy was no stranger to he was too remarkable a character not to be known by her who knew almost everybody; and, moreover, she had made sufficient inquiries about his character. The trio at once proceeded to business: Jemmy had promised his wife to join the smugglers, and it was now arranged, that both he and his wife should be regularly enlisted in the gang, she to remain at the cave with the women, unless her services were required elsewhere, he to belong to the boat. There was, however, one necessary preliminary still to be taken, that of Jemmy and his wife both taking the oath of fidelity at the house of the Jew Lazarus; but it was not advisable to go there before dusk, so they remained with Nancy till that time, during which she was fully satisfied that in both parties the band would have an acquisition, for Nancy was very keen and penetrating, and had a great insight into human nature.

"Do you dare?" cried she; "take what you have received, and be thankful, or—” and Nancy held up her little forefinger.

heads.

"Who have we here, old Father Abraham?" exclaimed a stout man, who was dressed in a buff jerkin and a pair of boots which rose above his knees.

"A good man and true," replied Nancy, taking up the answer.

"Why, you don't call that thing a man!" exclaimed the fierce-looking confederate with contempt.

"As good a man as ever stood in your boots," replied Moggy in wrath:

"Indeed: well, perhaps so, if he could only see his way when once into them," replied the man with a loud laugh, in which he was joined by his companions. "What can you do, my little man?" said another of a slighter build than the first, coming forward and putting his hand upon Jemmy's head.

Now Jemmy was the best-tempered fellow in the world, but, at the same time, the very best-tempered people have limits to their forbearance, and do not like to be taken liberties with by strangers: so felt Jemmy, who, seizing the young man firmly by the waistband of his trousers just below the hips, lifted him from the ground, and with a strength which astonished all present, threw him clean over the table, his body sweeping away both the candles, so they were all left in darkness.

"I can douse a glim any how," cried Jemmy.

"That's my darling duck," cried Moggy, delighted with this proof of her husband's vigour.

Some confusion was created by this manœuvre on the part of Jemmy, but candles were re-produced, and the first man who spoke, feeling as if this victory on the part of Jemmy was a rebuke to himself, again commenced his interrogations. "Well, my little man, you are strong in the arms, but what will you do without legs?"

"Not run away, as you have done a hundred times," replied Jemmy, scornfully.

"Now by the God of War you shall answer for this," replied the man, catching hold of Jemmy by the collar; but in a moment he was tripped up by Jemmy, and fell down with great violence on his back. Bravo, bravo," exclaimed the rest, who took part with Jemmy.

"That's my own little duck," cried Moggy; "you've shown him what you can do, any how."

The man rose, and was apparently feel

The man slunk back among the others in silence. The old Jew, who had not interfered, being in presence of Nancy, who had superior commands, now read the oath, which was of a nature not to be communicated to the reader without creating disgust. It was, however, such an oath as was taken in those times, and has since been frequently taken in Ireland. It was subscribed to by Jemmy and his wife. without hesitation, and they were immediately enrolled among the members of the association. As soon as this ceremony had been gone through, Nancy and her protegées quitted the house and returned to her lodgings, when it was agreed that the next night they should go over to the island, as Jemmy's services were required in the boat in lieu of Ramsay, whose place as steersman he was admirably qualified to occupy, much better, indeed, than that of a rower, as his legs were too short to reach the stretcher, where it was usually fixed.

The next evening the weather was calm and clear, and when they embarked in the boat of the old fisherman, with but a small portion of their effects, the surface of the water was unruffled, and the stars twinkled brightly in the heavens; one article which Jemmy never parted with, was in his hand, his fiddle. They all took their seats, and the old fisherman shoved off his boat, and they were soon swept out of the harbour by the strong ebb tide.

"An't this better than being on board with Vanslyperken, and your leave stopped?" observed Moggy.

"Yes," replied the husband.

"And I not permitted to go on board to see my duck of a husband-confound his snivelling carcase?" continued Moggy. "Yes," replied Jemmy, thoughtfully. "And in company with that supernatural cur of his ?"

Jemmy nodded his head, and then in his abstraction touched the strings of his violin.

"They say that you are clever with your instrument, Mr. Salisbury?" observed Nancy Corbett.

"That he is," replied Moggy; "and he sings like a darling duck. Don't you, Jemmy, my dear?"

"Quack, quack," replied Jemmy.

"Well, Mr. Salisbury, there's no boat that I can see near us, or even in sight; and if there was it were little matter. I suppose you will let me hear you, for I shall have little opportunity after this?"

"With all my heart," replied Jemmy; who, taking up his fiddle, and playing upon the strings like a guitar, after a little reflection sang as follows: