...wife, and made an effort to be a happy one ; but nothing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow, but hopeless decline, and at leugtb sunk inii i the grave, the victim of a broken heart. ' It was on her that Moore, the extinguished...

...stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. I. SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR—Open the Door. SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...the following verses is so delicately and faithfully preserved, that we cannot forbear copying them. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weep(, For her heart in hit grave is...

...seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR. — Open the Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! Am. — Open the Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...wife, and made an effort to be a happy one ; bnt nothing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow, bnt hopeless decline, and at length sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken heart. It was on her...

...wife, and made an effort to be a happy one ; but nothing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away...sunk into the grave the victim of a broken heart. SETTING IN OF THE MONSOON. The shades of evening (says Mr. Forbe's in his Oriental Memoirs,) approached...

...was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide ! • She is far from the land. Mr — Open the Door. She is far from the land, where her young Hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...far less sweet Than to remember thee, MARY !* . SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR — " Open the door." SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...