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And thou, cruel Fate, wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace, where no peril can chace
me ? Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me!
They died to defend me, or live to deplore. “Where now is my cabin-door, so fast by the wild
wood, Sisters and sire, did ye weep' for its fall! Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ?
And where is my bosom friend, dearer than all? . Ahl my sad soul, long abandon'd by pleasure, 'Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure? Tears, like the rain, may fall without measure,
But rapture and beauty they cannot recal. “ But yet all its fond recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my fond bosom shall draw,
Land of my forefathers-Erin go Bragh!
“Erin ma vourneen, sweet Erin go Bragh!""
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ELLEN OF WINDERMERE.
Remote from the world, its frowns and its wiles;
Sweet peace and contentment encircled this Maid,
Her passions were pure and her mind was at rest, By parents ador'd, and by swains homage paid, More than Ellen of Windermere sure none were
blest. But oh, what a beauty, &c. A villain at length, did poor Ellen assail,
He whisper'd soft tales in the ear of this maid,
Then why envy beauty! what can beauty avail!
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SANDY AND JENNY.
Fie, fie, bonny laddie,' reply'd I again,
For Peggy and Patty are waiting for me..
The kirk is hard by, and the bells call away,
SADI THE MOOR.
-dearly, And his sweet dark-ey'd Zeida, he lov'd her sin
Hard was the fate of poor Sadi the Moor. As Sadi was toiling, his Zeida was near him, m. His children were siniling and prattling before,; When the pirates appear, from his true love they
in tear him, - And drag to the vessel poor Sadi the Mocr. The forlorni one ray'd loudly, her lost husband
seeking, His children and friends at a distance wer: shriek | ing,
Poor Sadi cried out, while lis sad hcart was break. ing,
" Pity the sorrows of Sadi the Moor, In spite of his plaint, to the galley they bore him,
His Zeida and children, to mourn and deplore, At morn from his feverish slumbers they tore him, And with blows hardly treated poor Saili the
At night up aloft while the still moon was clouding,
crouding, · He heav'd a läst sigh, and fell dead from the
The sea was the grave of Sadi che Moor.
DESPONDING NEGRO. ON Afric's wide plains, where the Lions, loud
roaring, With freedom stalk forth, the vast desart explor
ing, I was dragg'd from my hut, enchain'd as a slave, In a dark floating dungeon, upon the salt wave.
Spare a halfpenny! spare a halfpenny!
O spare a halfpenny to a poor Negro.
wide glaring, When the lightning's dread blast struck the inlets.
drown'd then; But, by moonlight descry’d, I was snatch'd from
the wave, And reluctantly robb’d of a wat’ry grave. How disastrous my fate! freedom's ground tho' I
Torn from home, wife and children, and wand'ring
for bread now, While seas roll.between us, which ne'er can be
cross'd, And hope's distant glimm'rings in darkness are lost. But of minds foul and fair, when the judge and the
pond'rer, Shall restore light and rest to the blind and tho
wand'rer, The European's deep dye may out-rival the sloe, And the soul of an Ethiop prove white as the snow.
THE OLD SOLDIER. MARK, my love, yon broke-up soldier,
- View the big tear in his eye! Hard misfortune presses on him;
Must he pass unheededly?
There—'twill help thee on thy way,
Thou hast seen a better day.
What! so proud-and yet so poor!
1 hat will something more procure. Fare thee well, thou good Old Soldier,
Honor'd be thy ev'ry scar;
He has play'd his part in war.
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PADDY OʻROURKE, or the PIG under the POT. WHEN I was a young man in sweet Tipperary, .
To dance with a piper or hurl on the green,