and walking to and fro, a small space having been accorded him by the crowd, in deference to his temporary importance. There were repeated cheerings and salutations interchanged between the shore and the ship, as friends happened to recognise each other. I particularly noticed one young woman of humble dress, but interesting demeanour. She was leaning forward from among the crowd; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore, to catch some wished-for countenance. She seemed disappointed and agitated; when I heard a faint voice call her name. It was from a poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage, and had excited the sympathy of every one on board. When the weather was fine, his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade, but of late his illness had so increased, that he had taken to his hammock, and only breathed a wish that he might see his wife before he died. He had been helped on deck as we came up the river, and was now leaning against the shrouds, with a countenance so wasted, so pale, so ghastly, that it was no wonder even the eye of affection did not recognise him. But at the sound of his voice her eye darted on his features; it read at once a whole volume of sorrow; she clasped her hands, uttered a faint shriek, and stood wringing them in silent agony. All now was hurry and bustle. The meetings of acquaintances -the greetings of friends-the consultations of men of business. I alone was solitary and idle. I had no friend to meet, no cheering to receive. I stepped upon the land of my forefathers--but felt that I was a stranger in the land.-WASHINGTON IRVING. 1. This word is pronounced in two dif- | ings to correspond. What is its meaning ferent ways, and has two different mean- and how is it pronounced here? THE CASTAWAY SHIP. HER mighty sails the breezes swell, Or-where the land but mocks the eye- Vain guesses all! Her destiny Is dark!-She ne'er was heard of more! The moon hath twelve times changed her form, 'Mid skies of calm and scowls of storm, No eye hath seen, no tongue can tell And ne'er was seen nor heard of more! THERE is mystery in the sea. There is mystery in its depths. It is unfathomed and perhaps unfathomable. Who can tell, who shall know, how near its pits run down to the central core of the world? Who can tell what wells, what fountains are there, to which the fountains of the earth are in comparison but drops? Who shall say whence the ocean derives those inexhaustible supplies of salt, which so impregnate its waters that all the rivers of the earth, pouring into it from the time of the Creation, have not been able to freshen them? What undescribed monsters, what unimaginable shapes, may be roving in the profoundest places of the sea, never seeking, and perhaps from their nature unable to seek the upper waters, and expose themselves to the gaze of man! What glittering riches, what heaps of gold, what stores of gems, there must be scattered in lavish profusion on the ocean's bed! What spoils from all climates, what works of art from all lands, have been engulphed by the insatiable and reck less waves! Who shall go down to examine and reclaim this uncounted and idle wealth? Who bears the keys of the deep? And, oh! yet more affecting to the heart and mysterious to the mind, what companies of human beings are locked up in that wide, watery, unsearchable grave of the sea! Where are the bodies of those lost ones, over whom the melancholy waves alone have been chanting requiem? What shrouds were wrapped round the limbs of beauty, and of manhood, and of placid infancy, when they were laid on the dark floor of that secret tomb? Where are the bones, the relics of the brave and the fearful, the good and the bad, the parent, the child, the wife, the husband, the brother and sister, and lover, which have been tossed, and scattered, and buried by the washing, wasting, wandering sea? The journeying winds may sigh, as hereafter they pass over their beds. The solitary rain-clouds may weep in darkness over the mingled remains which lie strewed in that unwonted cemetery. But who shall tell the bereaved to what spot their affections may cling? And where shall human tears be shed throughout the solemn sepulchre? It is mystery all! When shall it be solved? Who shall find it out? Who, but He to whom the wildest waves listen reverently, and to whom all nature bows; He who shall one day speak, and be heard in the ocean's profoundest caves; to whom the deep, even the lowest deep, shall give up all its dead, when the sun shall sicken, and the earth and the isles shall languish, and the heavens be rolled together like a scroll, and there shall be "no more sea!"-GRAce Greenwood. DELICIA MARIS. ONCE, when I was a little child, I sate beneath a tree, Beside a little running stream, And a mariner sate with me, And thus he spake : "For seventy years I sailed upon the sea. Thou thinkest that the earth is fair, And full of strange delight; Yon little brook that murmurs by Thou speak'st as if God only made Valley, and hill, and tree; Yet I blame thee not, thou simple child, But far and free are the ocean fields; But the ocean fields are free to all With the heavens above, and round about, It gladdeneth much my very soul For I know where'er a sail is spread Up to the North, the Polar North, But at once the Eternal showed his power, The rocks were rent from peak to base, Yet amid those seas so wild and stern, The sense of God came down to us Great kings have piled up pyramids, And then we sailed to the Tropic Seas, For down, down in those ocean depths I have seen, like woods of mighty oaks, The red, the green, and the beautiful, And then the million creatures bright When 'neath the trees where angels walke When the lion gambolled with the kid, No wastes of burning sand are there, And there doth spring the diamond mine, Oft with the divers of the East, Who in these depths have been, They say, each one, not halls of kings Man parteth evermore, The miser-treasures of the earth The sea has all its store. I have crossed the Line full fifteen times, And down in the Southern Sea Have seen the whales, like bounding lambs, Leap up; the strong, the free, R |