aves of ocean are yawning for the body of the
pirate-chief, and there will he sleep with the howling ocean and the
shrieking storm to sing his requiem and his dirge.
[_To be continued._
DREAMS.
Yes, there were pleasant voices yesternight,
Humming within mine ear a tale of truth,
Reminding me of days ere the sad blight
Of care had dimmed the brightness of my youth:
Yes, they were pleasant voices; but, forsooth,
They threw a kind of melancholy charm
Around my heart; as if in vengeful ruth,
Our very dreams have knowledge of the harm
Ourselves do to ourselves, without the least alarm!
I love such dreams, for at my couch there stood
One who, in other lands, with magic spell,
Had taught my untaught heart to love the good,
The pure, the holy, which in her did dwell.
It was a lovely image, and too well
I do remember me the fatal hour,
When that bright image--but I may not tell
How deep the thraldom, absolute the power--
My very dreams decide it was her only dower.
_Sandwich Islands._
What are our dreams? A sort of fancy sketches,
Limned on the mind's retina, with a grace
More subtle than the wakeful artist catches,
And tinted with a more ethereal trace.
Our dreams annihilate both time and space,
And waft us, with magnetic swiftness, back
O'er an oblivious decade to the place
Where youth's fond visions clustered o'er our track;
Of youth's fond hopes decayed, alas! there is no lack!
I love such dreams, for they are more than real;
They have a passion in them in whose birth
The heart receives again its beau ideal--
Its Platonized embodiment of worth.
Call ye them dreams! then what a mortal dearth
Throws its gaunt shadow o'er our little life!
Our very joy is mockery of mirth,
And our quiescence agony of strife:
If dreams are naught but dreams, what is our real life?
E. O. H.
A LEAF IN THE LIFE OF LEDYARD LINCOLN.
A SKETCH.
BY MARY SPENCER PEASE.
It was in the joyous leaf-giving, life-giving month of June, of 18--,
after an absence of six years, that I found myself once more among my
own dearly loved native hills.
An intense worshiper of Nature, I had gratified to the utmost my
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