A homeless wanderer through my early home; Let me go, rather, where I shall not find Then for the dashing sea, the broad full sail! SONNET. The Free Mind. WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON.* HIGH walls and huge the body may confine, And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways: *This sonnet, written during Mr. Garrison's despotic imprisonment, possesses a nobleness and an energy in the thought, a corresponding ease and originality in the expression, and an antique richness in its whole structure, which make it worthy of the happiest 'Olden Times' of the English Muse. With all the heart, we bid its author God speed in his efforts in the cause of freedom. But it needs patience and prudence, as well as stern moral courage. The possible result of the Colonization Society, and the success which may attend the efforts for the entire abolition of slavery in this councry, constitute the great problem, on the solution of which our prosperity, and perhaps even our existence as a nation, depends. Every man who can speak, every editor who can influence the public mind, should certainly be doing all in his power to hasten forward the period of complete emancipation. "Speed it, O Father! Let thy kingdom come!" ED. Yet scorns the immortal mind this base control! And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! Or, in sweet converse, pass the joyous hours. And, in its watches, wearies every star! Marco Bozzaris.-F. G. HALLECK. [He fell in an attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were " To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a pain."] AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour In dreams, through camp and court, he bore In dreams, his song of triumph heard; Then pressed that monarch's throne,-a king; As Eden's garden bird. An hour passed on-the Turk awoke; He woke to hear his sentry's shriek, "To arms! they come: the Greek! the Greek!" And death-shots falling thick and fast "Strike-till the last armed foe expires, They fought, like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered-but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw Then saw in death his eyelids close Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Which close the pestilence are broke, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, The thanks of millions yet to be. We tell thy doom without a sigh; Weehawken.-F. G. HALLECK. WEEHAWKEN! in thy mountain scenery yet, And never has a summer's morning smiled Amid thy forest solitudes, he climbs O'er crags that proudly tower above the deep, Like the death-music of his coming doom, And clings to the green turf with desperate force, As the heart clings to life; and when resume The currents in his veins their wonted course, There lingers a deep feeling, like the moan Of wearied ocean, when the storm is gone. In such an hour, he turns, and on his view, Ocean, and earth, and heaven, burst before himClouds slumbering at his feet, and the clear blue Of summer's sky, in beauty bending o'er him Tall spire, and glittering roof, and battlement, And white sails o'er the calm blue waters bent, And many a scene forgot, the heart will hold Its memory of this; nor lives there one, Whose infant breath was drawn, or boy nood days Of happiness were passed beneath that sun, On laying the Corner Stone of the Bunker Hill Monu ment.-PIERPONT. O, is not this a holy spot? 'Tis the high place of Freedom's birth! God of our fathers! is it not The holiest spot of all the earth? Quenched is thy flame on Horeb's side; But on this hill thou, Lord, hast dwelt, Here sleeps their dust: 'tis holy ground: Free as the winds around us blow, But on their deeds no shade shall fall, While o'er their couch thy sun shall flame : Thine ear was bowed to hear their call, And thy right hand shall guard their fame. Rousseau and Cowper.-CARLOS WILCOX. ROUSSEAU could weep; yes, with a heart of stone, On its small running waves, in purple dyed, |