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Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Brazen bells !
In the startled ear of night
Out of tune!
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
Now, now to sit or never,
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
Of Despair !
What a horror they outpour
By the twanging
And the clanging,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
Of the bells-
Iron bells !
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
For every sound that floats
Is a groan !
In that muffled monotone,
On the human heart a stone-
They are Ghouls !
A pæan from the bells !
With the pæan of the bells-
Of the bells !
To the throbbing of the bells --
To the sobbing of the bells ;
As he knells, knells, knells,
To the tolling of the bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
“ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER.”
WILLIE WAG went to see Charlie Quirk,
More famed for his books than his knowledge, In order to borrow a work
He had looked for in vain over college. But Charlie replied, “My dear friend,
You must know I have sworn and agreed, My books from my room not to lend;
But, pray, sit by my fire and read !”
Now it happened by chance on the morrow,
That Quirk, with a cold, shivering air, Came his neighbour Will's bellows to borrow,
His own being out of repair.
I have sworn and agreed, you must know,
THE LAST FAREWELL.
COME, my brother, nearer, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold ;
When thy arms around me fold.
Soon you'll miss me in your berth,
'Neath the ocean's briny surf.
Hearken to me, brother, hearken,
I have something I would say,
And I go from hence away :
But my hope in God is strong;
That He doeth nothing wrong.
Tell my father, when you greet him,
That in death I prayed for him ; Prayed that I might one day meet hiin
In a world that's free from sin. Tell iny mother-(God assist her,
Now that she is growing olul) Say her child would ylad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold.
Listen, brother, catch each whisper,
'Tis my wife I'd speak of now: Tell, oh tell her, how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow ! Tell her, brother—(closely listen,
Don't forget a single word) That in death my eyes did glisten
With the tears her mem'ry stirred.
Tell her she must kiss my children,
Like the kiss I last impressed;
Folded closely to my breast :
Putting all her trust in God; And he never will forsake her,
For he's said so in his Word.
Oh, my children! Heaven bless them,
. They were all my life to me; Would I could once more caress them,
Ere I sink beneath the sea ! 'Twas for them I crossed the ocean
What my hopes were, I'll not tell; But I've gained the better portion,
For He doeth all things well.
Tell my sisters I remember
Every kindly parting word;
By the thoughts their mem'ry stirred.
Tell them I ne'er reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust; But I have gained that better land,
Where the gold will never rust.
Urge them to secure an entrance,
For they'll find their brother there:
Will secure for each a share.
'Tis his voice, I know it well.
WANTON droll, whose harmless play
Backward coiled, and crouching low, With glaring eyeballs watch thy foe, The housewife's spindle whirling round, Or thread, or straw, that on the ground Its shadow throws, by urchin sly Held out to lure thy roving eye; Then, onward stealing, fiercely spring Upon the futile, faithless thing. Now wheeling round, with bootless skill, Thy bo-peep tail provokes thee still,