ISAKER SMITH THE DYING CHIEF. THE stars looked down on the battle-plain, Proudly he lay on his broken shield, By the rushing Guadalquivir, While, dark with the blood of his last red field, There were hands which came to bind his wound, There were eyes o'er the warrior weeping; But he raised his head from the dewy ground, Where the land's high hearts were sleeping! And "Away!" he cried, "your aid is vain, I have seen the stately flower of Spain "I have seen the Moorish banners wave O'er the halls where my youth was cherished; "Leave me to die with the free and brave, THE PILOT. O, PILOT! 't is a fearful night, I'll come and pace the deck with thee, "Go down," the sailor cried, "go down ; This is no place for thee; Fear not! but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayest be." "Ah, Pilot, dangers often met We all are apt to slight, And thou hast known these raging waves But to subdue their might." "It is not apathy," he cried, "That gives this strength to me; "On such a night the sea engulfed And such, perhaps, may be my fate Fear not! but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayest be." T. H. BAYLY. THE AMERICAN UNION. THOU, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, In spite of rock and tempest's roar, Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee: Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Are all with thee are all with thee! LONGFELLOW. THE BIRD TO THE SPORTSMAN. WOULDST thou have me fall, or fly? But, if thou canst love the lay Decked with light or gemmed with dews, If, all meaner thoughts above, Thou canst hope, and trust, and love, If, from all dishonor free, Thou canst Nature's lover be, PLEASURES THAT DO NOT FAIL. THERE are pleasures that time will not take away. While animal spirits fail, and joys which depend upon the liveliness of the passions decline with years, the solid comforts of a holy life, the delights of virtue and a good conscience, will be a new source of happiness in old age, and have a charm for the end of life. As the stream flows pleasantest when it approaches the ocean; as the flowers send up their sweetest odors at the close of day; as the sun appears with greatest beauty in his going down; so, at the end of his career, the virtues and graces of a good man's life come before him with the most delightful remembrance, and impart a joy which he never felt before. Over all the moments of life religion scatters her favors, but reserves her best, her choicest, her divinest blessings, for the last hour. LOGAN. NOT TO MYSELF ALONE. "Nor to myself alone," The little opening flower, transported, cries, - The butterfly within my cup doth hide "Not to myself alone,” The circling star with honest pride doth boast, I write upon night's coronal of jet His power and skill who formed our myriad host; That man may ne'er forget, in every fate, |