Its foreman, a carver and gilder

And the Jury debated from twelve till three
What the Verdict ought to be,

And they brought it in as Felo de Se,
"Because her own Leg had kill'd her!"

Her Moral.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold !
Bright and yellow, hard and cold,
Molten, graven, hammer'd, and roll'd;
Heavy to get, and light to hold;
Hoarded, barter'd, bought, and sold,
Stolen, borrow'd, squander'd, doled:
Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould;
Price of many a crime untold;

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold:

Good or bad a thousand-fold !

How widely its agencies vary

To save to ruin-to curse-to bless—
As even its minted coins express,

Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.

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THE LEE-SHORE.

SLEET! and Hail! and Thunder!

And Winds that rave,
ye

Till the sands thereunder

Tinge the sullen wave

Winds, that like a Demon,
Howl with horrid note
Round the toiling Seaman,
In his tossing boat-

From his humble dwelling,
On the shingly shore,
Where the billows swelling,
Keep such hollow roar—

From that weeping Woman,

Seeking with her cries

Succour superhuman

From the frowning skies

From the Urchin pining
For his Father's knee-
From the lattice shining,
Drive him out to sea!

Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam;Oh, God! to think Man ever Comes too near his Home!

THE DEATH-BED.

WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,

As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

So silently we seem'd to speak,
So slowly moved about,

As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied-
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.

For when the morn came dim and sad,
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed-she had
Another morn than ours.

LINES

ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO CHILDREN SLEEPING IN

THE SAME CHAMBER.

AND has the earth lost its so spacious round,
The sky its blue circumference above,
That in this little chamber there is found
Both earth and heaven-my universe of love
All that my God can give me or remove,
Here sleeping, save myself, in mimic death.
Sweet that in this small compass I behove
To live their living and to breathe their breath
Almost I wish that with one common sigh
We might resign all mundane care and strife,
And seek together that transcendent sky,
Where Father, Mother, Children, Husband, Wife,
Together pant in everlasting life!

COBLENTZ, Nov., 1835.