Full long yonder chapel has shelter'd their urns,
Long ceased has the tear on their ashes to fall;

Yet still, when October the twentieth returns,

Roars the fiend round these turrets, and shakes Rosenhall.

Oh! Pilgrim, thy fears let these annals remove,
For day to the skies will tranquillity bring;

This storm but declares that resentment and love

Still gnaw the proud heart of the cruel Cloud-King.

* Lest my readers should mistake the drift of the foregoing tale, and suppose its moral to rest upon the danger in which Romilda was involved by her insolence and presumption, I think it necessary to explain, that my object in writing this story, was to shew young ladies that it might possibly, now and then, be of use to understand a little grammar; and it must be clear to every one, that my heroine would infallibly have been devoured by the dæmons, if she had not luckily understood the difference between the comparative and superlative degrees.

THE water rush'd, the water swell'd,

A fisherman sat nigh;

Calm was his heart, and he beheld
His line with watchful eye :

While thus he sits with tranquil look,

In twain the water flows;

Then, crown'd with reeds, from out the brook,

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Why tempt'st thou from the flood,

By cruel arts of man betray'd,

"Fair youth, my scaly brood?

"Ah! knew'st thou how we find it sweet

Thyself would leave the hook's deceit,

"And live with us below.

"Love not their splendour in the main
"The sun and moon to lave?
"Look not their beams as bright again,
"Reflected on the wave?

Tempts not this river's glassy blue,
"So crystal, clear and bright?

Tempts not thy shade, which bathes in dew,

"And shares our cool delight?"—

The water rush'd, the water swell'd,
The fisherman sat nigh;

With wishful glance the flood beheld,
And long'd the wave to try.

To him she said, to him she sung,
The river's guileful queen :

Half in he fell, half in he sprung,

And never more was seen.

LANDLORD, another bowl of punch, and comrades fill your glasses!

First in another bumper toast our pretty absent lasses,

Then hear how sad and strange a sight my chance it was to see, While lately, in the Lovely Nan,' returning from Goree!

As all alone at dead of night along the deck I wander'd,
And now I whistled, now on home and Polly Parsons ponder'd,
Sudden a ghastly form appear'd, in dripping trowsers rigg'd,
with strange surprise and fear, Jack Tackle's ghost
I twigg'd.

And soon,

-"Dear Tom," quoth he, " I hither come a doleful tale to

tell ye!

"A monstrous fish has safely stow'd your comrade in his

belly;

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Groggy last night, my luck was such, that overboard I slid, "When a shark snapp'd and chew'd me, just as now you chew that quid.

"Old Nick, who seem'd confounded' glad to catch my soul a

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napping,

Straight tax'd me with that buxom dame, the tailor's wife at

Wapping;

"In vain I begg'd, and swore, and jaw'd; Nick no excuse would hear;

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"Quoth he, You lubber, make your will, and damʼme, downwards steer.'

"Tom, to the 'foresaid tailor's wife I leave my worldly riches, “But keep yourself, my faithful friend, my bran-new linen breeches;

"Then, when you wear them, sometimes give one thought to Jack that's dead,

"Nor leave those galligaskins off while there remains one thread."

At hearing Jack's sad tale, my heart, you well may think, was

bleeding;

The spirit well perceived my grief, and seem'd to be proceeding, But here, it so fell out, he sneezed :—Says I—" God bless

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you,

And poor Jack Tackle's grimly ghost was vanish'd in a crack!