BY W. BLlalt. VOLUME '27. ' ~eJett Vottrg. "For the Record THE' CIRLI. Iff 1118 ,SEA. DY,G; :13y the side of the adop•blue ocean, • „Where the Oar); waves dash aint•roar, AO their white manes toss in anger As they lash .tlie sounding shore, A strong a 4 ancient, castle, Well founded on rock, Jilts Jiighlts ioed-turietel . And laughs at the teippest's shop s k Ron tthe sea is Ruing round It, , • . And the 'waves are gliding • slow, Arttlieirhol/oli t r.*oiee : For the storm has ceased- to blow. Bich clouds of gold and erimso4 Are floating o'er the sky, And gorgeous forms are painteil IVhere the peaceful waters lie. Dost thou hear from those lofty chambers • That sweet flow of minstrelsy— Those melting numbers floating Soft o'er the dreamy wit's.? Lo 1 see'st thou on the towers • The Prince and the queenly bride— The flame of their purple mantles; And the flash of their crowns of pride ? They stand in the blaze of the sunset, And their faces are glad and bright, And into each i other's spirits Their eyes are daiting light, The brows of the bride so dainty,_ 'Sweetest orange blossoms deck, And cinnamon wreaths are woven About her swan-white neck. I see the rich gems flashing, Like sparks in tier golden hair, As she totses•in wild rapture Her curls on the sunset air; I see on I.er upraised finger The gleam of a diamond ring, As she points to the clouds of crimson Which o'er the ocean swing. But the twilight shade is deep'ning, And the turrets are hid from view, And the stars of night are shining ' High up in the dreamy blue; 'Ate night winds, damp, are playing On.the deep with a lulling sound, And the silver moon is setting . For the night is going round. Now beautiful Morn is darning With,day in the East's bright halls, • And her amber banners floating From Aurora's saffron walls. Her steps are light and nimble To the notes so pioud and bold, -And showqrs of light are raining From her beaindiful curls of gold. The smiin his dazzling chariot' Is passing up through the sky, Andllis praise the birds are singing Whe►e blossoming meadows lie. As he passes o'er the castle, The castle down by the sea, lie hears not the trip of dancing Nur the gush of minstrelsy. The crimson banners are weeping Around the gay-decked Ivan, And I hear the wail of sorrow In the beautiful bridal hall. In the preird and so,lems stillness, Of the night that's gone by now, Lo the death king left his coldne-s On the royal bride's fair brow. And the Prince is left lamenting With despair in his brave young breast ; His love was smote in her beauty Like a rose by the 'sweeping blast She bath gone to that blissful kingdom, ' Prepared for the good and true, :••. here the river of Life is flowing Anil the skies are ever blue. • istellautas Pading. A PRESIDEPIT'S WIDOW. INCIDENTS OF A 'VISIT TO MRS. POLK Oa one of the cosy shady streets of Nash ville, the Boston of 'the South,' in an old, fashioned mansion of red brick, with wide, deep windows, and!, .0 tuatamotb,pillnred piazza jutting out like the hold f