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Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Upon Egypt's land, of so healing a power,
“ The precious tears of repentance fall?
“ One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all."
THE SAILOR-BOY'S DREAM.
IN slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay,
But, watchworn and weary, his cares flew away,
He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bow'rs, And Pleasure that waited on life's merry morn;
While Mem’ry stood sideways, half cover'd with flow’rs, And displayed ev'ry rose, but secreted its thorn.
Then fancy her magical pinions spread wide, And bade the young dreamer in extacy rise.
Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of bis forefathers blesses his eyes:
The jessamine clambers, in flow'r, o'er the thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall.
All trembling with transport, be raises the latch, And the voices of lov'd ones reply to his call.
A Father bends o'er him with looks of delight His cheek is impearld with a mother's warm tear;
And the lips of the boy in a love kiss unite With the lips of the maid whem his bosom holds dear.
The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast, Joy quickens his pulse--all his hardships seem o'ers
And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest- Kind fate thou hast blest me-I ask for no more.
Ah! whence is that flame which now bursts on his eye? Ah! what is that sound which now larums his ear?
'Tis the lightning's red glare painting hell on the sky,– * Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere.
He springs from his hammock-he flies to the deck, Amazement confronts him with images dire;
Wild winds and waves drive the vessel a wreck, The masts fly in splinters, the shrouds are on fire.
Like mountoins the billows tremendously swell: In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save.
Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell,
Oh! sailor boy, woe to thy dream of delight,
Where now is the picture that Fancy touch'd bright-
Oh, sailor-boy! sailor-boy! never again
Unblest and unhonour'd, down deep in the main,
No tomb shall e’er plead to remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge.
But the white foam of wave shall thy winding sheet be, And winds in the midnight of winter thy dirge;
On beds of green sea flow'rs thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow;
of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made ; And ev'ry part suit to thy mansion below.
Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,
Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye:-
53 56 58
ELOQUENCE OF RELIGION.
Rev. W. B. Kirwan.
Ibid. Character of a Libertine
Ibid. The Miser
Ibid. Advice to Parents
63 70 73 75 76
78 80 82
ELOQUENCE OF THE BAR.
ELOQUENCE OF POPULAR ASSEMBLIES.
124 A Discourse delivered at Plymouth, December 22d,
1820, in commemoration of the first settlement of New-England
Webster'. 113 On the Greek Revolution
Ibid. 149 Extract from an Oration delivered at the City Hotel in the New-York Forum, 1821
Dwyer. 161 Eulogy pronounced at the City of Washington, Oct. 19, 1826
Wirt. 163 Description of General Conway's Situation on the Repeal of the American Stamp Act
Burke 192 Description of Junius
Ibid. 183 Lamentation for the loss of his Son
Ibid. 134 Character of Mr. Fox, in support of his India Bill Ibid. 156 Allusion to the Volunteers, and the subsequent degeneracy of Ireland
Grattan. 188 On the Natural Desire of Man for Liberty
Ibid. 189 Character of Lord Chatham
Ibid. 189 Invective against Mr. Corry in reply to his Aspersions Ibid. 191 Extracts from a Speech against Warren Hastings Sheridan. 192 A Speech delivered at Cheltenham, &c.
Speech delivered at a Dioner given on Dinas
Ísland, in the Lake of Killarney, &c. &c.
SUBJECTS DESCRIPTIVE AND MISCELLANEOUS.
On General La Fayette's Reception in the U. Staics
W. Irvin, lo.
The Vale of Tempe
Night before and Battle of Waterloo
Lord Byron. 277
The Sailor Boy's Dream
W. w. Dimond. 29-