isaataria att. 7 0. 7 . - • '7toistibitiritiekei_botter.. ). : ; TiVW guitc.iiktr " CA NOE., • • .tote -mien othaes, where the blue waters sleep, • ' Itifbestutiful .4brio • polifeieibifs.stippOrteditsvielglit on' tile, deep; • Andes thelittesifere r Ar , 4Foilv . „eittlfivtw• ir,fl-,..,„::ii.:„.„:„....„;::::, knd die fir'ethreatly rnots rear the parts to aiine, - • ' And bowl down 10.1110 swelling sides. • No compass or gravel *as used on the bark, No art but the simplest degree Mut the structure was finished and trim to remark, And as light as Wijdph e'er Miuld be. .Its rim ie with tender Toung roots woven round, Likea patern of wicker-work rare, [hound And it glides o'er the waves with as lightsome a As a basket suspended in air: The heavens in brightness and glory below: Were reflected quite plain to the view, - And it meved like a swan, with as lightsome a show, My beautiful birchen canoe ! • • ' • The trees on the shore as I glided alopg, Seemed movinga contrary way: ' And my voyagers lightened their toil with a so g That caused'every heart 'to be gay. • 'And stilt , asl floated by rock and.by shell, . My. bark raised a murmur Mend, - Andit danced on the waves,asthey rose and they fell, Ltke a fay on a bright summer cloud. ~ . , . ..- . ° - .„I thought as 1 paned o'er the liquid expanse,. ~:. With.landseave in.amilinq array, • -_.llbw bleat I should be, if my Ide•eould adrinte Thms tranquil and sireetlyawa . _a . . , . The skies were serene—net a clodd-wad in sight. Not an angry surge beat on the shore, Anil I gazed 011 the - waters and then on the light, Till my vision could bearit no more.. •• . Oh, long shall I think of those silver-bright lakes, • And the 'scenes the'y'revenled . to my view, My friends, and the wishes I formed for their sakes, And my bright yellow birchen canoe ! , , BEA:UTY. ANI) TIME DY MISS PAitDOE. Beauty went out,nne summer day, To-rove in pleasure's bower; And much she sported in her way •• With .every opening flower.' At length she reached a myrtle shade, And, through the-branches peeping, She saw among the blossoms laid, - Tinie most profoundly sleeping. His head was pillowed.onlis Forrhehad Curled his pinions, • :To linger-With the loVely things • an pleasures bright dominions; llis,scythe s.nd glass aside were cast ; " How softly he reposes !" • Cried Beauty as she idly passed, . And covered him with roses. Tittle awoke—'' Away," he kindly said, Go, trifle with the graces. • You know that I was never, made , To toy with pretty finest' 'Tie pleasant to 66 sweetu clime, ' To rest a white from duty, I'll sleep a little more," said Time; " No, do wake up!" said Beauty. P,He rose! but he was grim and old, She fit her roses wither VanNM His seyt e upon ter nee was co 1,, . His hour-glass .made her shieer Her young cheek shrank, her hair turn'd gray, Of grace he had bereft her; And when he saw her droop away, He spread his sings and left her. And thus I point my simple rhyme, It is the minstrel's duty. Beauty should never sport with Time , Time always withers &ant -- 54% to re-ut Another La The facts which I am now about to nal .rate. nearly in the refugee's own wordy, tvere