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 Author (gentle reader) is not intending to 
 trouble you with prefatory remarks, rendered tedious by 
 their elongated prolixity; for he imagines that you will 
 Ciller reading the rather strange title, and looking at the rather 
 uncommon frontispiece) feel inclined at once to take a mental 
 promenade in the Spectres' Isle! Proceed, then, and may the 
 perusal afford you pleasure ; and when you have journeyed to 
 the extreme end of "something more," &c., perhaps you may 
 like to turn your attention to a little Hieroglvphicologx ! 
 Adieu 1 
 
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 For the benefit of some of my reade) i, I may as well Btate that the above 
 made up of a stupid dead language i lied] itin ■ i' which so much time is wasted in 
 schools and 
 
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 Iff! j PON a drear and barren shore 
 
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 <(^y Poor Lomond sliipwrecked lay ; 
 
 Whilst ocean storms, with rampant roar. 
 Uprose in dread affray ! 
 
 No star appeared — the eye to cheer ! 
 
 No moon to aid the night ! 
 But darkness reigned with sceptre drear, 
 
 And clouds held back the light.
 
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 Loud — round and round the threatening sky. 
 
 Re-echoing thunder crashed ! 
 And forked lightning blazed on high, 
 
 Or downward hurrying dashed ! 
 
 So darts the serpent from his lair, 
 
 Full eager for the fray ! 
 And brightly gleams, as through the air 
 
 He falls upon his prey ! 
 
 Now Lomond rose, and gazed about, 
 And viewed the dark, dark sky ; 
 
 But nought he heard, save ocean's rout, 
 As fast the breeze fled by. 
 
 Then on he went, he knew not where, 
 
 As terror filled his mind — 
 For slowly murmuring through the air, 
 
 Came noises in the wind.
 
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 Now Lomond stopped, and turned around, 
 
 Intent with breathless dread. 
 When e'en a voice, with hollow sound, 
 
 Fell words of horror said ! 
 
 His very soul was chilled with fear, 
 
 As faintly died the speech : 
 And then, full like a wounded deer, 
 
 He sank upon the beach. 
 
 No more he heard that stormy night, 
 
 Till birth to morn was given, 
 And Phoebus, in his chariot bright, 
 
 Had e'en the darkness riven. 
 
 The merry songsters through each glen 
 Now pealed their anthem gay : 
 
 The fox re-stepped his gloomy den, 
 And, tired, sleeping lay. 
 
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 Poor Lomond rose from fear- filled sleep, 
 
 Cold, destitute, forlorn ; 
 He turned, and gazed upon the deep, 
 
 Bright with the glowing morn. 
 
 The storm was still, and stayed the rain; 
 
 The sunbeams seemed to place 
 Their restless footsteps in the main, 
 
 And o'er its bosom race. 
 
 Far scattered o'er the briny strand 
 Full many a bone was seen; 
 
 And many a skull all choked with sand. 
 And wreathed in seaweed green. 
 
 Now Lomond many steps that day 
 Deep printed on the shore, 
 
 And strained his longing eyes the way 
 That Ocean sent his roar.
 
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 But much ho trembled when the night 
 
 With mists around him flowed, 
 When Cynthia, with her silver light, 
 
 Came noiseless on her road. 
 
 Scarce now had Darkness raised her head. 
 And breathed forth night-damps cold, 
 
 When lo ! from out the ocean's bed 
 A nickering vapour roll'd. 
 
 Soon as it glided up the strand, 
 
 To human form it went ; 
 And o'er the restless, wave-marked sand 
 
 Its course to Lomond bent. 
 
 Now swift he started back with fright, 
 
 His sword then quickly drew, 
 And cried — " Avaunt ! thou daring sprite ! 
 
 Thou slialt tliv coming ru< .
 
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 In turn the spectre then began, 
 
 In melancholy mood — 
 " Fear not, O timid stranger man, 
 
 A messenger of good. 
 
 "Like you I traversed once this isle, 
 Bedewed with rankling care ; 
 
 Naught turned on me but demon's smile, 
 When groaning neath despair. 
 
 " One evening, near this very place, 
 
 As I desponding lay, 
 Before me came a female face, 
 
 With garments rich and gay. 
 
 " All lovely was her light-made form ; 
 
 All lovely were her eyes ; 
 Her bosom wet with th' angry storm 
 
 That raged along the skies.
 
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 " ' Come, stranger, come,' she gently said. 
 
 ' Come to my father's hall ; 
 And there repose your wearied head, 
 
 And shelter from the squall. 
 
 " ' I've wandered here through many a dell, 
 
 All sweet with smiling flowers — 
 Hark ! now I hear the evening bell 
 
 That calls me to my towers.' 
 
 " I followed her along the shore, 
 
 Beguiled with her discourse . 
 Until I heard a river's roar. 
 
 And saw the current's force, — 
 
 " Which by a slender bridge was spanned. 
 
 That trembled in the air; 
 In passing which, she seized my hand, 
 
 And stood in silence there.
 
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 " With gloomy step on came the night. 
 The chilly vapours spread ; 
 
 My guide became a water-sprite ; 
 Her eyes shone fiery red. 
 
 " And soon she raised an hideous laugh, 
 And stamped upon the plank — 
 
 The bridge dispersed, like empty chaff, 
 And down I, shrinking, sank. 
 
 " I struggled hard, the land to gain. 
 
 Amidst the angry spray; 
 But all my efforts were in vain, 
 
 As died the light of day. 
 
 "Fell, mocking fiends around me rose, 
 And hid the river's hank, — 
 
 Whilst in the midst of swarming foes, 
 I, tortured by them- -sank !
 
 " And now, stranger, warned be 
 
 By this my direful fate ; 
 Beware of all you hear and see, 
 Beware of every bait. 
 
 " For o'er this dread and dismal isle, 
 Ten thousand demons roam, 
 
 Who love to practise every wile 
 To snare a traveller lone. 
 
 " They hate the light, and love the night, 
 And deeds of darkness dire ; 
 
 In human misery delight, 
 And laugh at human ire ! 
 
 " But if you should meet with a snare, 
 
 Let not your courage fail : 
 Whilst life you have, do not despair — 
 
 Be firm, and you'll prevail !
 
 This said — the spectre died away 
 Amid the night's damp chill — 
 
 In semblance like a lamp's last ray, 
 That fades and lingers still. 
 
 Now dreary Silence sat around, 
 And held her spell-like reign ; 
 
 Save where the night-breeze o'er the ground 
 Went moaning tow'rds the main. 
 
 Upon a rock poor Lomond lay, 
 
 With anxious thoughts opprest — 
 
 And longed to see the light of day, 
 To bring him warmth and rest. 
 
 Whilst pondering on the vision gone, 
 
 And leaning on his arm, 
 He heard behind a fiendish moan. 
 
 Which filled him with alarm.
 
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 He turned around, and on the sands. 
 
 All in the moonshine bright, 
 He saw a corpse with outstretched hands 
 
 Lie pale, and ghastly white. 
 
 The right hand clenched a pointed blade 
 
 That Lomond knew full well; 
 The dead man's name was Deverade, 
 Now slain by Demons fell. 
 
 He also had been wandering o'er 
 
 The Island Spectres' home — 
 Not knowing that upon that shore 
 
 A friend did likewise roam 
 
 Poor Deverade had lately seen 
 
 Some Fiends in female form; 
 Who told him they had shipwrecked been 
 
 All in the last dread storm !
 
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 They said the crew had gone to look 
 
 If water they could find ; 
 As they (as yet) had seen no brook, 
 
 Or stream of any kind. 
 
 One of the number then stepped up 
 To him with courteous air; 
 
 And in his hand she placed a cup 
 Of wine, both rich and rare. 
 
 " Drink, stranger, drink," she gaily said. 
 
 " For we've a good supply 
 From yonder wreck, at High Rock Head, 
 
 Which on the sand doth lie." 
 
 Sir Deverade took the bowl in hand, 
 The sparkling draught to drain — 
 
 Which soon by one of the smiling band 
 Was filled for him again.
 
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 He sat him down, beneath a tree, 
 Right glad such friends to find; 
 
 And thus the time passed pleasantly — 
 As fast the day declin'd. 
 
 Whilst more and more of the wine he drank, 
 The group more lovely seemed; 
 
 But overpowered at last, he sank 
 Upon the grass, and dreamed 
 
 *That he was in a Fairy Land, 
 
 Within a beauteous bower; 
 But that a Skeleton did stand 
 
 Fast plucking every flower! 
 
 With dread he woke, and looked around ; — 
 
 A Fiendish group was there! 
 And by his side a Skull he found, 
 
 Instead of the goblet rare ! 
 
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 He, terror-stricken, rose and fled — 
 
 Pursued by the fearful crew, 
 Until, exhausted, he fell dead 
 
 Where thorns and briars grew. 
 
 The Sprites his lifeless form conveyed 
 Where Deverade Lomond saw — 
 
 That he indeed might be dismayed 
 With sore foreboding awe ! 
 
 But Lomond drew his sword of steel, 
 And whirled it thrice on high; 
 
 And vowed to make the Fiends e'en feel 
 For this — their cruelty ! 
 
 Then quick from out the blood-stained earth, 
 
 An ugly imp arose, 
 Who seized the corpse in horrid, mirth. 
 
 And laughed ;it Lomond's blows!
 
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 One hundred more came wheeling round — 
 
 A fierce, unearthly crew — 
 Whose rustling ranks wrought fearful sound 
 
 As they through night-mists flew ! 
 
 And now they all round Lomond stood, 
 
 In dread array, and grim ; 
 Each eager for to shed his blood — 
 
 And each to tear a limb. 
 
 A solemn pause ensued awhile, 
 Which might have ended drear, 
 
 Had not the east, with radiant smile, 
 Announced the sun was near. 
 
 And soon appeared the joyous day, 
 
 Led on by grey-eyed morn. 
 At which the ground bespangled lav 
 
 With dewdrops newly born.
 
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 It seemed as if our mother earth 
 Had wept the whole night long 
 
 For losing Phoebus, and the mirth 
 Of many a bird's sweet song. 
 
 Now o'er fair nature's moistened breast 
 A gentle calm was spread — 
 
 A calm that soothes the deep to rest 
 Within its rocky bed. 
 
 So sleeps the Lion's shaggy form 
 
 All in his long-worn den, 
 Till roused by hunger's raging storm 
 
 To roam the woods again. 
 
 The tidal wave was scarcely heard 
 To kiss the yielding sand — 
 
 Save where the murm'ring pebbles stirr'd 
 With shells along the strand.
 
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 But soon to Lomond's anxious eye 
 
 A distant bark appeared ; 
 The sun-bleached sails he could descry, 
 
 Which fast his spirit cheered. 
 
 Full many a signal then he made 
 
 To bring the vessel near — 
 From morning's light, till evening's shade 
 
 Began to reappear. 
 
 And now approaching to the shore 
 
 A boat he plainly viewed ; 
 On either side a sturdy oar 
 
 Oft in the brine imbrued. 
 
 And soon the bark drew close to land, 
 
 Swift gliding o'er the sea; 
 And out there leaped upon the strand 
 
 A Sailor light and free.
 
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 Then slowly up a rocky dell 
 
 To Lomond straight he sped ; 
 
 Like flakes of snow his footsteps fell, 
 So softly was his tread. 
 
 " Come, stranger, come," he quickly said, 
 
 " I'll take you o'er the sea : 
 We saw your signals, white and red — 
 
 Stay not, but come with me." 
 
 Now swift along the main serene, 
 
 All in the twilight dim, 
 They steered the weed-clad rocks between- 
 
 For Lomond went with him. 
 
 But dreary darkness onward drew 
 O'er main and mountain steep, 
 
 Whilst blacker yet its aspect grew 
 Along the silent deep !
 
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 And night-mists filled the scene around, 
 
 And murky vapours spread, 
 As passed the boat with rippling sound : 
 
 Whilst onward fast it sped. 
 
 But now uprose the gentle moon, 
 
 And at the full she beamed — 
 When showers of silvery beams full soon 
 
 Along the waters streamed ! 
 
 Then Lomond at his friend did gaze, 
 
 As brighter grew the light — 
 When to his quick and dread amaze, 
 
 He saw a Fiendish Sprite ! 
 
 His very soul was steeped in fear, 
 
 And terror racked his frame ! 
 For many more did now appear. 
 
 And shrieked aloud his name ! 
 
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 The words the sjDectre did declare, 
 
 " Let not your courftge fail," 
 (Came now to rnind,) " Do not despair — 
 
 Be firm, and you'll prevail." 
 
 With this in mind, at once he sprang 
 
 Into the yielding sea ■ 
 
 And towards a rock in haste he swam, 
 
 To be from' danger free. 
 
 Then, then the surface of the deep 
 Did swarm with Demons drear, 
 
 Who thought their prey from land to keep, 
 And drive him back with fear. 
 
 But onward, onward Lomond went, 
 
 Nor turned to left or right, 
 Till e'en at length with toiling spent, 
 
 He lay on a rock that night.
 
 And a dreadful nighl he surely had 
 With Fiends (ill break of day; 
 
 Who seemed with frantic fury mad 
 Since they had lost their prey. 
 
 The first soft ray that lit the sky. 
 
 And heralded the light, 
 Saw Fiendish Furies frighted fly 
 
 Fast backward into night ! 
 
 And morning's beam brought Lomond peace, 
 
 And a rescue e'en that day ! 
 A vessel came to his release, 
 
 And bore him far away ! 
 
 getuare then, mariners, betrare 
 
 Jilt of the ^pectre.s' Mt; 
 4or fear that OeierauY.'i fate ne shar;e— 
 
 Detuare of Demon's guile.
 
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 LL o'er the green hills the bright morning is coming, 
 Ajid scuds with light feet down the length of the dale ; 
 The bees in the blossoms around begin humming, 
 Ami birds take the wing on the breast of the gale. 
 
 The mists that encircled the summits of mountains 
 Expire in the zephyrs that range Far and wide — 
 
 Unveiling to view all the sweet smiling fountains, 
 
 Whose waters, loud murmuring, in haste onward glide. 
 
 The sun in lull majesty now is appearing, 
 
 And shines forth in splendour along the moist earth, 
 The aspect of nature bis presence is cheering, 
 
 Whilsl all the winged songsters break forth into mirth.
 
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 Clear dewdrops in thousands around are now beaming — ■ 
 Imparting ricli beauty along the glad scene : 
 
 Each blade of green grass with their liquid is streaming, 
 And leaves of the trees are high decked with their sheen. 
 
 The lark in the azure blue sky fast is soaring, 
 Inhaling the pure and the fresh morning air; 
 
 As down o'er the earth his soft warblings come pouring, 
 E'en after his form is quite lost in the glare. 
 
 Now, last of all, man to his work is seen going — 
 
 Slow passing thro' meadows where sportive lambs play, 
 
 Whilst morn with its fragrance around him is flowing — 
 To gladden his heart, as lie wends on his way ! 
 
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 TOW swed comes music to the troubled mind, 
 When o'er the drooping thoughts il pours its charms.
 
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 And quells the neavj cures thai roll like waves 
 Across the anxious brow! O! words can ne'er 
 Express the balm that's borne on music's wings! 
 It thrills the inmost senses with delight, — 
 The listening heart now almost melts with joy — 
 Ami, unperceived, the spirit seems to soar 
 Aloft to worlds unknown, — to mingle with 
 'The never-ceasing strain that rises high, 
 On golden pinions borne, through endless bliss! 
 
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 >IS midnighi ! and I hear the rolling noise 
 
 Of some far distant bell, proclaiming round, 
 All with its iron tongue, the solemn hour — 
 Unheeded b\ a sleeping world, save where 
 The pain-afflicted wretch now stays his moans, 
 And counts the drawling notes, and longs for morn: 
 Mark! Iio.nselv shouts the gloonn bird of night, 
 A dismal peal all through the moonlit air,
 
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 And wakes the feathered songsters in each glen, 
 AY ho tremble as they see his passing form 
 Slow gliding by upon his downy wings. 
 
 Now misty vapours rise athwart the fields, 
 And creep in silence o'er each marshy moor; 
 Whilst various reptiles revel in the dew 
 That gently falls in turbid showers around; 
 A death-like stillness dwells upon the scene, 
 Till morning's dawn illumes the darkened earth, 
 
 AEK fears now hover round his guilty soul 
 In various forms, conflicting o'er his mind — 
 Like birds of prey, to seize upon all hope 
 That might beguile the heart, and horror soothe. 
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 Thro' life he hoped that death was endless sleep, 
 And ever strove to drown the Latent thought
 
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 ( )f retribution,, and the world to come ; 
 
 E'en mucked ,-it those who led a holj life j 
 
 Vaunting his wishes as his fond belief, 
 
 And driving Conseienee from her rightful throne. 
 
 But now that death draws nigh, these hopes subside, 
 
 To leave their victim on the strand — despair! 
 
 No longer buoyant on Iris vain desires, 
 
 Bui reft of aid, he waits th' approach of death — 
 
 Whilst passion's whirlwind hears his troubled soul 
 
 O'er dee]), tempestuous seas of sleepless thought, — 
 
 (pon whose waves all former sins he views, 
 
 \nd all his actions in a dread array. 
 
 Like Demons — gladsome to destroy all peace; 
 
 Their witness bearing to his wicked life: 
 
 Amongst the throng, not one he can descry, 
 
 Whose fairer form might give him hope in death: — 
 
 Hut all concur the heinous course to paint 
 Of one, whose hate to revet niton's page 
 Was ever cherished from his early days: 
 A slave to Satan! (man's eternal foe) 
 
 \ slave to evil, hut averse to good! 
 
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 The last sad hour is pregnant with dismay, 
 
 As slowly runs the crimson stream of life 
 
 Along his withering veins and shattered frame ! 
 
 Besieged at length, by horror, dread, and fear, 
 
 His eyes roll wildly round — all hope is fled; 
 
 The twilight of eternity e'en dawns ! 
 
 Despair attends his soul — a curse his tongue ! 
 
 He raves, he groans, he's numbered with the dead ! 
 
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 D^ath of \\\\ ^tyst-krn of <%pt 
 
 LL Egypt lay still 'neath the darkness of night, 
 \\ hi 1st sadness and silence were reigning around; 
 For green buds were blasted, and blossoms once bright. 
 By grim desolation were strewn on the ground !
 
 ©he Death of ihp <Jfh:.st-born of O r qnjjt. 
 
 Pot Jehovah's jusl vengeance hud flown thro' the land. 
 And breathed forth dire judgments in Israel's cause; 
 
 Yei still did the heart of proud Pharaoh withstand 
 
 'Gainst God's supreme wisdom, his kingdom, and laws. 
 
 The lightning had glared athwart the dart sky; 
 
 Then lowering its flight, laid its victims full low, 
 Whilst the thunders rebellow'd, and echoed on high, 
 
 And Hailstones fell spattering like rocks on the foe! 
 
 Three days and three nights of fell Darkness had passed; 
 
 The waters of Egypt had turned into gore; 
 And the Locusts had come on the breath of the blast — 
 
 Yet the heart of proud Pharaoh was hardened still more. 
 
 But now thro' the vaults of liigh heaven's blue height, 
 What fire beams so brightly and flows thro' the sk\ ? 
 
 'Tis the Angel of Death — coming swifl as the light; 
 His message is dreadful — the Fkst-born must die ! 
 
 Now silent and slow thro' the land he hath flown — 
 The sword of just vengeance his strong anus sustain;
 
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 He sways it around — destruction's then sown — 
 Alas ! for the First-born of Egypt are slain ! 
 
 Now shrieks of despair and sore anguish arise, 
 
 To heighten the horror of night's darkest gloom; 
 
 Every breath of the breeze is filled with the sighs 
 
 Of mourners that weep for their children's sad doom. 
 
 But Israel soon speed forth on the way 
 
 Erom the land of their toil, and trouble, and woe, 
 With shouts of full joy to God as their stay, 
 
 Whose judgments have humbled their bitterest foe ! 
 
 RESH cloud-born snow bestrewed the around, 
 pjJOlh) Athwart the Pilgrim's w;i\ ; 
 
 )AihI dreary was the scene around, 
 And spenl the winter's daj .
 
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 But spent not was the howling blast 
 
 That rushed along the plain, 
 And round the stranger quickly east — 
 
 The cold, and frozen rain ! 
 
 No murmur left his care-worn heart, 
 
 As onward passed his form ; 
 But yet a tear -would often start 
 
 To mingle with the storm ! 
 
 (So e'en the pleas for mercy fall 
 
 Upon a Tyrant's ear. 
 Who ne'er regards the suppliant's call. 
 
 Nor cares to quench his fear ! ) 
 
 With sable mantle night advanc'd, 
 
 And frown'd upon the earth; 
 Whilst lightsome snow in whirlwinds danc'd-- 
 
 \-- if in playful mirth ! 
 
 The aged man, long wanting rest, 
 Now reached a hollow tree,
 
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 And laid him down within its breast — 
 A piteous sight to see ! 
 
 No friend was near — no succour came, 
 With hope's enlivening ray; 
 
 To stay awhile life's lingering name. 
 Ere yet it passed away. 
 
 Above, he heard the wild winds roar. 
 And leafless branches break — 
 
 To scatter far on earth's white floor, 
 And parent stems forsake. 
 
 Whilst list'ning to the angry gale, 
 The Pilgrim's frame grew chill; 
 
 And gentle sleep did then prevail 
 To lay his body still. 
 
 His eyes once closed, ne'er ope'd again 
 To view the cheerful light; 
 
 Whilst slumber reigned — bereft of pain, 
 His spirit took its llight !
 
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 The hollow tree within the wood, 
 
 With ivj sprinkled iut, — 
 Both grave and monument then stood 
 
 Amid the tempests' roar ! 
 
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 HE mountain mists their vapoury forms upraise, 
 Fast chased by Zephyrs, o'er the heathery hills; 
 
 Like timid lambs thai fly from human gaze, 
 
 Vnd leap (in gentle haste) the rock-born rills. 
 
 The dew-clad leaves of trees and shrubs around — 
 Now brightly sparkle in the morning gale; 
 
 Whilst (lowers below, athwart the moistened ground,- 
 Their silent fragrance to the winds exhale. 
 
 Sweet Keswick's Lake sleeps placid in the land, 
 With views enchanting — on its breasi portrayed;
 
 A faithful picture of the scenes which stand 
 In lovely richness down each opening glade' 
 
 Dark SkiddaVs height uplifts its threatening form- 
 Begirt with clouds — beneath the morning grey; 
 
 Whilst o'er its bosom rolls the gathering storm, 
 Portending tempests thro' the coming day ! 
 
 So stands the savage chieftain, 'fore the fight, 
 With darkened brow, — the index of his mind, 
 
 As slowly wend his distant foes in sight, — 
 
 With sounds of war, ta'en captive by the wind! 
 
 2>ITH batches closed, and crowded hold, 
 ft^O^r A Slave Ship ploughed the main; 
 Ol'i o'er ils deck the salt wave roll'd 
 \inids1 the tailing rain.
 
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 Full flowing sails bent circling o'er 
 
 Deep ocean's briny breast; 
 And round was heard the tempest's roar, 
 
 And seen each billow's crest. 
 
 A British Ship pursuing came, 
 
 Swift bounding o'er the sea, 
 To break in twain the captive's chain, 
 
 To set the prisoner free! 
 
 The Sailors spread the canvas high 
 
 The stately masts along; 
 While oft beneath the storm-clad sky, 
 
 Bright, vivid lightning shone. 
 
 But 'mid the tempest's mad career. 
 
 And thunders rolling round, 
 The gallant crew their vessel steer, 
 
 Nor heed the dreary sound. 
 
 They brave (in mercy's sacred cause) 
 The raging of the deep;
 
 To carry freedom to the slave, 
 And joy to those that weep. 
 
 But now dark night the scene imbrued, 
 
 As if pursuit to stay, 
 Pursuers shrouding, and pursued, 
 
 As fled the light of day. 
 
 The raging storm subsided soon, 
 And clouds dispersed on high ; 
 
 Whilst gently rose the silent moon, 
 Along the dark blue sky. 
 
 Her beams displayed to Britain's crew 
 The Slave Ship's form full near, 
 
 As onward yet it swiftly flew, 
 As if in deadly fear. 
 
 The chase continued thro' the night, 
 Till dawned the morning grey, 
 
 And round the cheerful beams of light 
 On sparkling waters play.
 
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 Wnli cannon sounding, o'8r the main 
 
 Bravo England's vessel past; 
 And soon a ball e'en brake in twain 
 
 The Slave Ship's foremost mast. 
 
 Like wounded bird, the deep she swept. 
 
 Disabled with the blow; 
 Whilst hastening on the English kept, 
 
 Their bravery to show. 
 
 The vessel neared — and soon prevailed 
 
 The arm of justice stern; 
 Although by furious foes assailed, 
 
 Who Avould all mercy spurn ! 
 
 The English shout! for victory's wrought, 
 
 And battle's strife is o'er; 
 Full freedom is to captives brought, 
 
 And slaves are slaves no more !
 
 
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 Y Babylon's waters we silently sorrowed ! 
 
 JhJ^ffP Yea, wept as we thought of our desolate home ! 
 
 )The wings of the dove we then fain would have 
 borrowed, 
 And fast from the tyrant's dominions have flown. 
 
 Our harps hung we sadly on willows surrounding ! 
 
 Their notes full of melody ceased to be heard; 
 Save when the bleak blast thro' their chords was resounding ! 
 
 But mournful and low were the notes that it stirr'd. 
 
 Our enemies fierce, and as strong as the lion, 
 
 Now boldly required a song from our hands; . 
 
 But how could we sing the sweet hymns of our Zion 
 'Neath slavery's chains, in proud Babylon's lands ?
 
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 Arise, O Jehovah! with blessings appearing; 
 
 Thy banners of mercy upraise and unfurl! 
 With gladness the hearts of Tin lone Israel cheering, 
 
 And build us thai city whose gates are of pearl. 
 
 There, safe and secure in its walls of salvation, 
 In loud pealing anthems our voices shall rise ! 
 
 For ever defended from each hostile nation ! 
 
 No tears shall then dim our once sorrowful eyes ! 
 
 " <§\m darft places of the earth are full of the 
 habitations of rrueltn." 
 
 "$o J returned, and considered alt the oppres- 
 sions that are done under the sun : and behold the 
 tears of such as tuere oppressed, and theii had no 
 comforter ; and on the side of the oppressors there 
 iras poiuer; but then na ^ tt0 comforter/' 
 
 CHRISTIANS, think of Heathen lands 
 That lie in darkness drear; 
 Where thousands dwell in Satan's bands, — 
 In sin-born, slavish har!
 
 46 
 
 There, cruelty doth sternly reign, 
 And holds her fierce controul ! 
 
 Unchecked oppressors — dealing pain 
 To many an anguished soul ! 
 
 No solace, comfort, have th' oppressed- 
 No sympathy around! 
 
 Distress may rend the heart distressed- 
 No comforter is found ! 
 
 No gentle, friendly voice doth rise 
 To sooth the sufferer's mind! — 
 
 To tell of Him, who left the skies — 
 The "broken heart "■ to bind! 
 
 O Christians, pray for distant lands, 
 For mercy from above ! — 
 
 That sinners, freed from idol bands, 
 May sing a Saviour's love ! 
 
 Cliristians, give, as ye have had, 
 
 And freely e'en impart; 
 That Gospel tidings may make glad 
 
 Full many a heathen heart!
 
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 "Shou hast ojien a banner to them that fear 
 cfhee, that it man be disylaned because of the 
 truth/* 
 
 ^SALVATION'S Banner, Christians, take, 
 And high thai banner raise; 
 Exall the truth, for Jesu's sakej 
 And Heavenlj mercy praise. 
 
 Salvation's Banner, Christians, hold, 
 
 And keep with earnest care — 
 As choicer far than all earth's gold, 
 ( )r rubies rich and rare 
 
 Let every realm that token see 
 
 Of Heaven's transcendent grace, 
 And send the tidings far and live 
 
 To all OUT fallen race. 
 
 Tell North, and South, and East, and West, 
 
 Of TTim — who for us died; 
 Of Pardon, Peace, and blissful res! . 
 
 Through ( 'hrist the Cxi i lfied.
 
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 And whilst we for the faith contend, 
 And humbly labouring, live — 
 
 May God His Holy Spirit send, 
 And gracious " increase" give: 
 
 Till distant tribes — from shore to shore- 
 Shall on their Maker call, 
 
 And every nation shall adore 
 The Crowned Lord of All ! 
 
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 Op the 133rd Psalm. 
 
 OW good and how joyful it is to be dwelling 
 In bright bonds of unity, comfort, and love; 
 
 The cares from each other of sorrow dispelling; 
 Enhancing the bliss that descends from above. 
 
 'Tis like the rich ointment that fell gently pouring, 
 Overspreading the raiment of Aaron of old ;
 
 Whilsl sweel on the gale its pure perfumi was soarings 
 As the oil in clear s! renins girt each long circling fold 
 
 'Tis like the soft dew that from Hermon refreshing, 
 Far sprinkled the summit of fair Zion's head ! 
 
 Where God in His goodness had promised His blessing: 
 E'en mercy and favour and life from the deadl 
 
 May love in our souls be then ever abounding, 
 To Christ our Creator, Redeemer, and King! 
 
 And thus shall true peace all our hearts he surrounding, 
 \> loud songs of praise we triumphantly sing! 
 
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 (Stonraban'a iftoujghte, | 
 
 (MO A SHORT EXTRACT FROM A SHORT POEM," V|\ 
 Km»A\' called l/'ijf/C'V 
 
 3RH giilttt d| thj( jltopa. 
 
 HE day was bright, the sky was clear, 
 O'er Bernon's beauteous Isle; 
 Each outspread wood 
 In silence stood 
 Beneath a summer's smile. 
 
 No passing breeze disturbed the scene, 
 Which lay in richness round; 
 
 The very leaves 
 
 That decked the trees 
 Seemed e'en by magic bound. 
 
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 Ihe Birth of the ^toi;m.s. 5i 
 
 With darkened brow — a warrior there 
 Was gazing on the scene; 
 
 A chieftain he, 
 
 Of high degree, 
 And tall, and warlike mien. 
 
 #■ # * * * 
 
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 Glanraban, — this the Hero's name, 
 Now eager for the fight — 
 
 To vanquish foes, 
 
 And rescue those 
 In whom he took delight. 
 
 Succeeding thoughts, in rapid throng, 
 Crowd on his troubled soul, 
 
 As billows o'er 
 
 A long-worn shore 
 In restless riot roll.
 
 82 iltij girth of the £topts« 
 
 And thus he thought, and sometimes spoke 
 With quickly-uttered sound — 
 
 Whilst perhaps a word 
 
 The stillness stirred, — 
 Then died in murmurs round : — 
 
 "Must Emor, then, the hated wretch, prevail, 
 And proudly triumph o'er my people's rights? 
 Shall he their dearest liberties assault, 
 And carry terror through the land which once 
 Bore freedom's smile upon its placid brow, 
 And kindly looks returned on laws that stood 
 (As guardian angels) to protect and cheer? 
 Shall he those laws destroy? Shall Emor break 
 The barrier that hath borne the shock of years? 
 (A certain safeguard to my country's weal) 
 Must inroad now be given to those — 
 Who bear the brand of discord in their ranks? 
 (Whose presence is a curse ! whose smile deceit : 
 Who practise arts insidious, vile, and dire — 
 And revel o'er the woe and misery they produce! 
 Who — having power, dread tortures e'en inflid
 
 (The girth of the storms. 53 
 
 On all who will not cringe before their rule) 
 Shall sueh prevail o'er me, and mine?" 
 
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 "Shall Minor ami his crew, then, triumph 
 And 1 survive to see my Country's ruin ? 
 My much-loved subjects, bought and sold by those 
 Whose demon-hearts move not at Sorrow's call, 
 But who e'en glory in the deep distress of those 
 
 Who cry for pity?" 
 
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 " It must uot be ! — whilst I my voice can raise, 
 
 To cheer and animate my friends to war ! 
 
 Whilst 1 can wield a weapon in the light, 
 
 To sever slavery's chain, that would enthrall 
 
 .My Country, and destroy her happiness ! 
 
 She shall not fall! A tyrant shall not sway 
 
 His iron sceptre there ! " 
 
 "To arms, my friends! 
 
 You soon shall hear my voice — and bannei see!" 
 
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 §;ft3 ghith of ttitj ^topta. 
 
 " On Duma's plains, our loved ones lie unburied ! 
 They speak not, — but their cold and silent forms 
 In sight, will rouse us more than any words 
 That could be breathed forth, if life remained!" 
 
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 " Fll hasten to the fight ! — My friends, I come ! 
 Let victory or death be ours ! " 
 
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 'Teople, ohey your Queen, 
 and eke the law ; 
 
 Age, he ruled by pood re- 
 ligi6n."— Chauceb. 
 
 — "Pearo Country ! O how 
 
 dearely deare 
 Ouprht thy rememhraunce 
 
 and perpetual hand 
 
 Spen. Faeb. Queen 
 ii. x. (50. 
 
 
 "IV-
 
 
 IN VERS 
 
 JpxBOUT two thousand years ago, 
 
 Came Julius Cesar here, 
 \iid brought with him the Roman fnr 
 With bright and glitt'ring spear. 
 
 The Natives that in England dwelt 
 Were wild and cruel too ; 
 
 And they the power of Druids felt — 
 A tyrannizing crew ! 
 
 The Sceptre now, Victoria sways ; 
 
 Fair Queen of Britain's Isle! 
 May Heaven granl ber Length of days 
 
 With peace and joy the while! 
 
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 Long, long may England's power be own'd 
 
 Athwart the outstretched world! 
 Long, long may Britain stand enthron'd, 
 With glory's flag unfurled! 
 
 May all her sons and daughters Live 
 
 In harmony and love ' 
 And adoration ever give 
 
 To II,,,. who rules above.
 
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 May He Great Britain's Queen defend, — 
 Prince Albert, and their Heirs ; 
 
 His richest blessings on them send, 
 And banish banefid cares. 
 
 Now all the Royal Family, may 
 The KING OF KINGS preserve ; 
 
 And may our nation Him obey, 
 And all His Laws observe! 
 
 Then, then, shall England's might, indeed 
 Be felt o'er Earth's wide plain! 
 
 Then, then shall England take the lead, 
 O'er •mountain, and the main ! 
 
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