You cannot die like lions, For all you are so strong; God keep your own from wrong MENELLA B. SMEDLEY, with kind permission. LOSS OF THE ROEBUCK. How oft by the lamp of the pale waning moon I saw as the ship to the harbour drew near, Hope redden her cheek-then it blanched with chill fear; If they'd spoke to the Roebuck, or aught of her knew ; I pitied her feelings, and saw what she'd ask, From an interesting little volume of poems for young folk entitled Child-World. "The Roebuck has foundered-the crew are no more,Nor again shall Jack Bowling be welcom'd on shore!' Sweet Kitty, suspecting, laid hold of my arm : "O tell me," she cried, "for my soul's in alarm; Is she lost ?"-I said nothing; whilst Jack gave a sigh, So droops the pale lily surcharg'd with a shower,- MISS BLAMIRE. THE DANGERS OF THE SEA. Ay, sitting on your happy hearths, And dangers of the sea! And from my earliest years, L I can remember how she sighed And how for days she stood to watch And wakeful nights and anxious days And when the gusty winds were loud, Just when her voice was feeblest, Alas! too late the ship returned, Who never knew dismay; Wore cheerfully away. He had crossed the equinoctial line, Full seven times or more, And sailing northward had been wrecked On icy Labrador: He knew the Spice-isles, every one Where the clove and nutmeg grow, He had gone the length of Hindostan, Through Persia, where the peacock broods And, in the forests of the West, Had seen the red-deer chased, Oh! pleasant were the tales he told I'd be a sailor to: My father heard my vow with joy, So in the early May, We went on board a merchant-man, Right merrily, right merrily We sailed before the wind, With a briskly heaving sea before, And the landsman's cheer behind. And I sate for days on the high fore-top. There was a joy for me in the nightly watch, On the burning Tropic seas, To mark the waves like living fires Leap up to the freshening breeze. Right merrily, right merrily, Our gallant ship went free, Until we neared the rocky sholes Within the Western sea. Yet still none thought of danger near, The helmsman gave the dreadful word, The moment that his voice was heard, The ship sprang forward with a bound, "All hands aloft!" our captain cried ; In terror and dismay They threw the cargo overboard, And cut the masts away; 'Twas all in vain, 'twas all in vain! The moment that the wreck went down, And leaping 'mid the thundering waves, |