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MAY 29 1912
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1834,
BY HARPER AND BROTHERS,
In the Clerk's Office, of the Southern District of New-York.
PRINTED BY GEORGE P. SCOTT & CO.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME II.
Charles Maitland, or the Mess-Chest-By William Leggett
The Discarded-By Fitz-Greene Halleck
Pencillings by the Way-By N. P. Willis
The Ocean-By William P. Palmer
The Will and the Lawsuit-By William C. Baldwin
The Repulse-By Samuel Woodworth
A Night on the Banks of the Tennessee-By D. Sealfield
The Indian Chief Red Bird-By William P. Palmer
The Fight of Hell-Kettle-By Tyrone Power
Fire and Water, or the Pirate's Night Cruise-By William
Stanzas-By Mrs. Emma C. Embury
Astronomical Speculations-By William Cox
The Rivals; a Tale of Love and Marriage-By William
Specimens of a free and easy prose Translation of Thom-
Little Florence Gray-By N. P. Willis
A Charcoal Sketch of Pot Pie Palmer-By Edward Sanford 251
The Beech-Tree-By Robert M. Bird
A true though tough Yarn, about Pattygoney and other
If earth-born beauty's fingers
Around my way, around my way; Where smiles the hearth she blesses
With voice and eye, with voice and eye Where binds the night her tresses,
When sleep is nigh, when sleep is nigh? Is fashion's bleak cold mountain
Her bosom's throne, her bosom's throne?
Why ask? why seek a treasure,
Like her I sing, like her I sing? Her name nor pain nor pleasure
To me should bring, to me should bring. Love must not grieve or gladden
My thoughts of snow, my thoughts of snow, Nor woman soothe or sadden
My path below, my path below.
Before a worldlier altar
I've knelt too long, I've knelt too long,
And if my footsteps falter,
'Tis but in song, 'tis but in song.
Nor would I break the vision
Young fancies frame, young fancies frame,
That lights with stars elysian,
A poet's name, a poet's name;
For she, whose gentle spirit
Such dreams sublime, such dreams sublime, Gives hues they do not merit
To sons of rhyme, to sons of rhyme. But place the proudest near her,
Whate'er his pen, whate'er his pen, She'll say, (be mute who hear her,)
"Mere mortal men, mere mortal men !"