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Far isles of the ocean

Thy lightning hath known, And wide o'er the main land Thy horrors have shone. Great sword of my father, Stern joy of his hand,

Thou hast carved his name deep on

The stranger's red strand,

And won him the glory

Of undying song.

Keen cleaver of gay crests,
Sharp piercer of broad breasts,
Grim slayer of heroes,

And scourge of the strong,
FAME GIVER! I kiss thee.

In a love more abiding

Than that the heart knows

For maiden more lovely

Than summer's first rose,
My heart's knit to thine,
And lives but for thee.
In dreamings of gladness,
Thou'rt dancing, with me,
Brave measures of madness,
In some battle field,
Where armour is ringing,
And noble blood springing,
And, cloven, yawn helmet,
Stout hauberk and shield.
DEATH GIVER! I kiss thee.

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Fair woman's heart: Changeful as light clouds, And wayward as wind, Be the passions that govern Weak woman's mind.

But thy metal's as true

As its polish is bright; When ills wax in number, Thy love will not slumber, But, starlike, burns fiercer, The darker the night.

HEART GLAD'NER! I kiss thee.

My kindred have perished

By war or by wave

Now, childless and sireless,
I long for the grave.
When the path of our glory
Is shadowed in death,
With me thou wilt slumber
Below the brown heath;
Thou wilt rest on my bosom,
And with it decay-
While harps shall be ringing
And scalds shall be singing
The deeds we have done in

Our old fearless day.
SONG GIVER! I kiss thee.

THE NEW PUBLIC LIBRĀNI

ASTOR, LENOX AND

TILDEN FOUNDATIONS.

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THE WILL.

BY LEITCH RITCHIE, ESQ.

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GRUMBLETHORPE.

FLORA.

CHARLES.

MINNIKIN.

SCENE I.- Mr. Vesper's Study. Enter Vesper and Grumblethorpe.

Vesper.-Content-content, my dear Grumblethorpe, that is the summum bonum! Wealth is only. an incumbrance to a man of independent mind; every additional guinea is a new tie that chains him to the formalities of society, till, at length, he can no more turn himself round at his own free will, than Gulliver when fastened to the earth by the hairs of his head.

Now look at that poor brother of mine

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