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hearts !” The second shot parted—“Well done, long Bess! bellowed the mate, the glass to his eye—“Splinters near the forecastle!” “Again !”-When an eighteen pound ball came in from one of the enemy's bow chasers, struck a timber-head, and two men lay in blood upon the deck; the one a mangled corpse, the other with a leg knocked sheer from under him. “ Luff her up a bit!” cried Sam, still firmly looking at the advancing ship, whose bow now towered high above the water. “ Starboard the helm ! now watch your time, men ;-stand by for a broadside!” Six of the schooner's eight carronades had been run out to windward, and, as she luffed up to bring them to bear upon her adversary, the fire of her whole weather side was given at once. Her slight frame heeled from the explosion of her own guns, and she quivered from the centre to the mast head. And, hurrah! down came the frigate's driver. But, in an instant after, as her helm went down and her head sails shook in the wind, the red muzzles of the whole tier, to her quarter guns, appeared, and a tremendous broadside from her main deckers followed, as she luffed and came up to deliver it. The schooner's counter was torn up to the very bulwarks ; three men were, as it were, blown away before the blast of the artillery; and a splinter, striking the young commander near the chest, broke his left shoulder, and dashed him down against the side. The gallant youth sprang up, his arm hung mangled, and the blood gushing forth from his mouth showed what had been the violence of the blow. But his courageous eye, unclouded yet by pain, lit up with matchless energy—“ Stand to it my hearts, my darlings,” he shouted. But the whole mischief now appeared. As the wounded boy staggered once more to the weather bulwark, to hold on, he looked up. The crippled main-mast reeled—“Lower away, lower away! ease off the fore-sheet, and put her right before it!” For a few moments the fight was silenced. All hands were busy aft in getting up a preventer shroud, and fishing the mainmast, and, as she was falling off, another broadside came from the frigate's quarter-deck. The havock was not so great as before. But an unlucky shot, ranging forward under the bows, severed the bobstay. The powerless sprit could no longer stay the foremast as it swayed forward and aft with the send of the sea.

Get out a tackle forward! Up with the helm! Hard !” --but it was too late! The weakened mainmast, now deprived of all support, broke short off where the shot had entered. It fell with a tremendous crash. The deck, forward, and to leeward, was overwhelmed with a mass of confused ruin,—and the vessel was left rolling on the swell, a defenceless wreck.

“Will yot strike, sir?” whispered the mate; see your men lying about, and

“Never !” exclaimed Sam, in the last excitement of a dauntless heart--"Not I. Haul in the ensign that's towing there along side, and send a hand,” pointing upwards, " to stop it to that stump there. I suppose,' continued he, in a lower tone, “ I suppose they'll have it down, without us, soon. I see she's lowering a quarter boat; we have but to wait for them now!” He sat down on a carronade slide. His face was deadly pale. Suddenly rising, he drew his hanger from its sheath, and with a strong blow, broke it in two, across the carronade. His father had given it to him at partinz. On its blade was engraved a powerful talisman-"England expects

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every man to do his duty.” As the first boat (for two were lowered and manned), pulled up under the stern, he flung the pieces into the deep, and again sunk upon the deck, his face resting downwards on his right arm as he lay.

“Mr. L-sir,” said the mate, “they're along side. Look up, sir come, sir, don't be ashamed, you've fought her well, and they won't make much of the prize, at any rate; she has stood too much riddling to do them much good. -Oh, Mr. L-, I hope you're not much hurt, sir. All's over now.” He raised his brave young officer in his arms.-Yes, all was over, indeed! He never spoke again, nor did his eyes ever more unclose, to see his darling first command in the hands of another !

But a gallant nation did honour to his memory, and to his remains. All nations have brave men-and so

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God rest his soul!

Sith 'twill no better be-
We trust we have in this our land

Five hundred, good as he.

ON A WOUNDED DEER FOUND IN WHIT

TLEBURY FOREST.

BY MISS CHARLOTTE NORMAN.

Art thou left in thy solitude to die,

Thou stricken one and lorn?
Wilt thou never more with thy swift feet fly

At the sound of the echoing horn?
Have they left thee alone on thy mossy bed,

To the night-wind's chilly blast?
Already thou 'rt number'd with the dead,

And thy strength is failing fast.

Oh, where is the herd thou loved'st so well

In thy days of mirth and glee,
When ye sported so blithely in the dell,

Or reposed by the sheltering tree?

On that mossy bank where the harebell grows,

Wet with the dew of heaven,
By the brook where the water-lily blows,
Where

ye
slaked

your

thirst at even. And thou wert a gay and joyous thing,

And thy step as light and free
As the zephyr that comes from the grove in spring,

Or the waves of the bounding sea.
But now thou art still, and thy calm fix'd eye

Is upturn’d with a piteous gaze;
Thou art left by thy brethren alone to die

In the spring-tide of thy days.
Thus, when some fair and fragile thing,

In whom once the world delighted,
Writhing beneath some deadly sting,

With a broken heart, and blighted, Imploringly turns for shelter there,

She will meet with no pitying eye: They smiled with her when she was bright and fair,

But leave her when stricken, to die!

Thrice happy, if, in her last lone hour,

Like thee! poor wounded deer,
She may find such a shelter'd, peaceful bower,

And one sympathizing tear.

IMPROMPTU
ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE SOMETHING UPON LEAVING

ENGLAND FOR NORWAY, JUNE 1836.

BY THE MARQUESS OF GRANBY.

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Why, as the hour approaches nigh,
When from my country's shores I fly,
Why do I wish one other day
To linger here my time away?
Since on old Norway's rugged shore,
Where few have freely trod before,
'Midst sablest rocks, and whitest snows,
And crystal streams in clear repose,
Soon, soon, surrounded by the foam
Of thundering waterfalls, to roam,
Shall now be mine; and many a day
To wile midst their proud scenes away;
Through smiling valleys, green and bright,
Through endless forests, black as night;
O'er mountain crests and chasms deep,
By precipices high and steep ;
Whilst, then, I wander light and free,
My land, I still shall think of thee !
Shall think of those to me so dear,
Of those I leave behind me here.
Ah! now undoubting, feel I why,
While thus th' approaching hour draws nigh,
When from my country's shores I fly,
I wish for yet one other day,
To linger here my time away!

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