glory o'er the ancient sea,
Take with thee gentle winds thy sails to swell,
Sunshine and joy upon thy streamers be;
Fare thee well, bark; farewell!"

MRS. HEMANS.

"Farewell; God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint, cold fear thrilling through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life."

SHAKESPEARE'S "ROMEO AND JULIET."

As the dews of heaven fall gently, lulling the flowers to rest, so did
the low, clear voice of the Sea-flower soothe the weary spirits of Mrs.
Grosvenor, as she read from the evening paper the following paragraph:

"Spoken by bark Constitution, of New York, in latitude 39 deg. 20',
longitude 45 deg., ship Tantalizer, of Nant., Capt. I. W. Grosvenor, eighty
days from home; had taken seventy barrels of sperm oil, and was made
fast to a forty-barrel right whale: would sail for South Seas in a few
days; all well."

"Hurrah for father!" exclaimed Harry; "he will be at home in less than
two years, at that rate, and then he promised me that I should see what
old ocean is made of!"

"My son, you will learn full soon what a life at sea is; your bright
visions may indeed some of them be realized, the many dangers to which
you will be exposed, will not serve to mar your joys, for to such a
heart as yours they will pass unheeded; but for all that, my son, you
will meet with many hardships, of which you little know. I would wish
you never to follow the sea, my boy, but if you are still determined
upon it, when your father returns I shall have to give my consent,
though with reluctance. You will then be old enough to choose your own
pursuits for life, and whatever they may be, remember, Harry, to lead an
honest, upright life, never losing sight of your early instructions, and
the prayers of your mother."

As Mrs. Grosvenor ceased speaking she looked upon her son, and could
hardly realize that her little rosy-cheeked Harry, who had loved to lay
his head upon her bosom, and listen while she told him of his father,
who had gone away over the blue water, to get such pretty things for his
boy, had grown to be a tall lad of fifteen years; and well might she
have been proud of her son, for the nobleness of his soul was apparent
in every feature. As Vingo expressed himself, "Young massa Harry am got
up ob what neber would get used to de atmosphere ob old Berginny."

"Mother," said Harry, "I shall never forget your teachings. I shall
always hold them sacred