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Front ihe New York Tribune.
TUC MORNING STAR.
BY dIIOUSTCS SNODGRASS,
Life's morning has a star as bright
As that which rolls on high,
Just as the young Day's cloud gray light,
Steals softly o'er the sky!
A star of joy—a star of love,
Which fondly, purely beams—
Bright as the scenes where gaily rove
Sweet childhood's golden dreams.
It blushes from the azure walls
Where sleeps the faded night,
But by its smiles of beauty calls
The soul to life and light!
Yet as the busy day rolls on
It flies the burning glare,
And fades before the flaming Sun
Within its realms of air.
Then comes the noisy press of life—
The mixing with the crowd ;
The hunt for gold—the woo—the strife—
The conflict long and loud !
But bark from these my soul will turn,
And gaze on that dim star,
But I behold it as an Urn
Where Pleasure's ashes are!
No more the laugh and song surround,
Nor early friendship's smile;
But they are like the dull, dread sound
Borne from a ruined aisle!
I see but thin and misty forms
Once loving and caressed ;
Yet they stretch forth their shadowy arms
To touch my heaving breast.
Then ease I on that sacred Soul
Which knew my earliest hours;
Whose words upon my spirit stole
Like winds in Summer bowers !
Before me stands his mighty shade
And looks with eyes severe
And points, through all the Past arrayed,
Unto each distant year!
lie lifts on high his shattered lyre
And melody would bring,
But woos in vain tho slumb'ring fire
Unto his mouldered string.
Not vainly did he touch that lyre
While life flashed in his veins;
E'en now his tones fly wing'd with fire
Along our hills and plains;
And if my song has ever brought
A ray of joy to me,
'Twas that the sacred flame I caught,
My early friend front thee!
And though thy humble grave afar
My knees have never preoo'd
Yet thou dost shine, a sacred star,
For ever in my breast!
But oft, when Silence still the Earth
And breaths her spell on me,
I dream that thou dost wander forth,
And that I walk with thee!
But on thy brow I see no more
Thy many woes impress'd
Woes, which like snake-fangs stung and bore
Thy spirit to its rest !
But earnest, calm—thou movest by—
And on me loy'st thy hand ;-
1 sec a blessing in thy eye
Brought from the spirit land.
And oft as thus I walk by thee,
I wander back afar;
And through the mists around me see
The smile of young Life's star.
From the N. Y. Tribune.
Arouse, ye men of iron Mould.
Arouse! ye men of Iron mould,
Alen of the strong am! sinewy arm—
Your souls are yet unstained by gold,
Your conscience free from its alarm.
Lift up your heads! why hang them down?
Why fetter the free spirit thus?
Labor is not misfortune's frown—
We live for you, and you for us.
Too long you've groveled in the dust,
Too long been Pity's willing slaves,
Fearing your noble powers to trust
Beyond their deep and living graves.
God made you men, and men you are,
Then let new fires within you burn.
Awake from thraldom, burst each bar,
And all repelling actions spurn.
Rise in your strength—the iron bands
With which your souls have long been bound,
Will provo but threads in giant hands,
When action with your rights is found :
Shake off your chains! Wealth is not Worth,
And live a freeman, not a clod,
Not dare to let a bumble birth
Destroy the eternal gifts of God!
Then rise to being—rise and claim
The boon that Heaven to labor ge_
Though but a smile—the proudest rune
For which Man dies, for which he lives—
No longer kiss the earth, but scorn
Oppression's shafts against he hurl'd.
And rise in power from Virtue born,
For, Atlas-like, ye boar the world'
Why arc printers more likely to succeed in a
suit than any other men 1 Because they go to
work with stick in hand, and attend to the case
with so much composure, and press the matter so
closely, that (lacy are pretty euro to make an im
From Grahrtm'a Migazine for .Augu.st 1843.
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AND THE MERMAID.
BE ELIZABETH OKES smrrm, AUTHOR OP “TIIE
SINLESS CHILD, " ETC.
It was a warm, still afternoon in Summer, the
waters of Portland harbor were as quiet as if never
ploughed by keel or tossed by tempest; the idle flag
hung to the mast, and sails, half-hoisted to dry, lay
in loose heavy folds. Every object was as palpable
below as above the water. Old Zeke was seated on
the bench under the ferry-house sign, and nothing
was more natural than that we school children
should gather about him and ask for eatery. It was
evident Zeke was in a sentimental mood, for his eyo
wandered far off upon the waters, and he heaved a
deep sigh as we approached and claimed his atten
tion. Then he glanced at the little, low window,
where Mrs. Stanford was making pastry, a tumbler
half filled with flies standing beside her, the top
covered with a piece of bread with a hole in the
Do you see there ?' said he. We all followed
the direction of his eyes, and rested ours upon the
That accordin' to my way of thinkin', is a pic
ter of the sea. Every shaver with free limbs and a
bold heart is drawin' to it, and ten to one his first
cruise is his last one. For, somehow, an old salt
a'int no man at all, but a kind of part of the ship;
and he cant be washed off into Davy's locker un
less the ship goes too. But'tis the young ones that
n'int got the right cut of the jib that get washed
overboard. But as I was sayin', they will go tea,
jest as them are flies crawl into that tumbler, and so
fall off, flounder about for a little while, and then
it's all over with 'em. But that's all naeral -like,
for some how I dont bee how a right down tar could
sleep in ono of them graves, (and ho pointed to
ward the church-yard,) with the arth and stones
crowded over him, and people welkin' about and
tellM' all sorts o' yarns right within hail of him.—
Oh, 'tis hard to think upon ;' and he breathed hea
vily, giving his duck trowsere an uneasy hitch.—
.But, now, 'tis nothin' to be drowned in compari
son. No brain' up, no cold arth crowdin' down,
but the free water all about, and the wind pipin',
and sailors hailin' one another and singin' the Bay
o' Biscay,' which accordin' to my notion, is one of
the greatest songs siego, , , always exceptin' the' Con
stitution end Gurnee But, as I was sayin', it must
do a sailor's bones good to hear rich things about
them. They'd be kind o' oneasy on the land, and
miss the roll they'd always been used to.'
Hero Zeke arose from his seat and paced back
and forth upon the small patch of green, as if suf
fering from some painful emotion. At length he
stopped before our little group, and fixing a tre
mendous quid within one jaw, he said very solemn
ly, as one who had become nearly desperate—
. I tell you what, children, 't aint no fault o' mine
that I'm kneeled up here like a useless old hulk ; I
never wanted such moorings, I can tell you. Why
it does seem as if the sea would n't take me in;
I've been shipwrecked something like twenty times,
off and on. I've been on short allowance nigh
about as many times as there's ropes in a ship, till I
was about the leanest dog you ever see ; I've been
washed overboard, have been taken by privateers,
have been scuttled, capsized, and, somehow, I've
always got off. There's the good ship Morgianny,
I loved the wheel o that ship as if it had been my
own child, and every cable, rib and spar in her.—
How prettily she'd answer totter helm! how sort o'
nice she'd come round to the wind ; no yawing, no
creaking, but sarcy like and easy, jest as little Kate
used to turn her head one side and sail to the lee
ward, when I told her I shouldn't object to tryin'
the flavor of them lips of horn. Well, the lVlorgi
anny went down one night in about one of the
ugliest gale I ever weathered; and the poor thing
cried and moaned jest as if it could feel for poor
Zeke that could'nt go with her. Well, she threw
up a spar, and I clung to it for twenty four hours,
mid then a ship picked me up, but not till I had
chopped off a piece from one end termite a tobacco
Here he took a wooden box from his pocket and
held it up before us. It was curiously carved with
nautical devices, exhibiting no small skill in the
graver. Anchors, cables, hearts and ships were
That's all my work. I took comfort in dein' it,
for'lwas all I could do to show any respect for the
poor Morgianny, and little Kate into the bargain.'
Won't you toll us about Kato I whispered,
drawing quite near him.
'Not now, child, not now,' and ho drew his hard,
red hand across his eyes. We were all hushed.
Well, well, yoo see I wasn't to go down with
the Morgianny, much as I loved her, so hero I am
kneeled up like a great lubberly land turtle that's
lost his reckoning. But come, that's nothin' here
nor there. I'll tell you the story of Jack Spanker
and the Mermaid, which was, take it for all in all,
about the strangest story I ever heard tell. Jack
was a real sailor, and would tell about the toughest
yarns of any sailor, I ever heard. Many's the time
I've heard him tell this story over in the long
watches, slow and airnest as if every word was true
as the four gospels.
Jack had a Christian mother, who taught him
the truth, and made him promise never to swear to
the day of his death. Tiiis came mighty hard upon
Jack, for ho was up to all kind of fun, and had a
free easy way of speaking. I don't know how ho
managed it, for swearing is as metal to a sailor as
grog or salt water; and, somehow I never felt any
wise onessy about it, considering it a part of the
profession, a kind of edication that a tar can't do
without, and meaning jest nothing more than that
he is wide awake, and knows which way the wind
sets;and in case of a flaw, it serves to cool off with,
for when the blast is once blown out there's nothing
more to be said about it. Well, Jack always told
the story in the same words, and though it did sound
sort of uncreditable at first, yet we got to believing
it, cause we'd got used to hearing it. That mer
maid must have been a putty nice gal, and as to
Jack, he was about the trimmest splice I ever see ;
pot to tall, for that's awkward aboard ship, nor yet
short, and when he walked he brought his footdown
square, and moved jest as the ship did, as if he'd
grown up out of her. Then he'd regularly swab
of brown curly hair, a dimple in each cheek, and
one in the chin. Ho laughed with his eyes and
mouth too, and had teeth as white and even as a
shark. Then, you should a heerd him roar out the
songs, some of them his own making too. He had
a sweetheart named Holly Spaulding, and 'twas sur
prising the way he used to praise her. Venus, and
Diany, and Neptin's wife herself, was jest nothing
at all 'long side of her. I don't believe Jack ever
cared to look at any other gal, and couldn't a loved
any thing else, saving his mother, the ship, or a
mermaid. When he was out on the yards splicing
a rope, or reefing a sail, you'd hear his voice clear as
a trumpet, singing as if nothing was to pay. He
used to make up songs about the mermaids that set
us all laughing.
a 'O, mermaids, is it cold and wet
Mown beneath the sea?
Recants to me that rather chill
Must Davy's locker be.' "
Old Zeke sang the foregoing with a comical mix
ture of sentiment and jovial reminiscence, bringing
out the words full and round in true nautical style.
We all gays a shout, and begged for more.
No, no, I was only showing how Jack did it, but
then you know he was young and handsome; and
had a voice to be heerd a mile. Well, you see,
'twos thcse same songs that had like to bin the ruin
of poor Jack. Had Old Nick come in any other
shape he couldn't have made any thing out of Jack,
but how vvus be to know he'd covered his cloven foot
and black archness in the shape of a pretty mer
maid 1 "tfwas n't in ins log that rich a thing
Well, the winds had been light, and every little
while there came a dead calm. We hadn't much
to do but tell long yams, sing songs, and other fair
weather work not worth telling. Jack had bin two
hours out on the gib-boom, doing something he
might have done in half the time, and we'd been
laughing at his songs, and then forget all about him;
so I must tell the story jest as he told it to me.'
'l'd been singing,' said Jack.
a My mermaid's eyes are diamonds bright,
Her cheek like the blushing shell,
And were it not for Nelly's self
I might have loved her well —'
when I heerd an amazing soft-like sound, right un
der me, and I stopped working to see what it meant.
I heerd a little voice singing
I have come from under the sea,
For thy voice beneath it rung,
And I would see the sailor boy
That had so sweet a tongue,'
That you shall, said I, looking over into the
water, and I must say, I don't object looking ntyou.
But never mind singing I only sing myself on very
With that I heard a kind o' tickling, and my
faith, I never did see jest sich a pair of eyes. They
wa'nt black, nor blue, nor green, nor—l can't tell
what, but they was wonderful bright, and went
through and through that sort of a thing that always
has a skewer or arrow run through it.
'I won't deny, says, I you're a nice looking gal,
but what colors do you sail under, how do you hail?
I've no notion being fooled by any heathenish critter,
bred a Christian as I've been.
4 You should a seen her laugh. You may call
me what pleases you beat. Won't you ',jive me a
No, faith, I mean to do that for Nally. How
somever, I do n't object to call you Nally jest one
<The critter laughed agin, and I don't know how
at was, she did look like Nolly Spaulding. I rub-
bed my eyes over and over agin, but there sho was
growing !nom and more like her every minit. After
awhile, says I,
' Don't you find your berth down there rather
cold and wet?
not in the least. We breathe the water as
you do air. I wish you would come and sac the
way we live under the water.'
"Get thee behind mo Satan,' said I, remembering
mother. No, no, I've no notion drowning myself.
You must try that trick upon the marines.'
And I went to work, taking no notice of all her
singing. But two no use, I couldn't help looking
down agin, and them site was, looking more like
Nelly than she did before. Faith, says I, Ido n't
see how it 'tis you contrive to look so much like
, 110 ll' says she, well I dare say I do, though
Nelly is called tiro prettiest girl along shore.'
You may well say that, says I, and none of your
fish-ending 'yster kind of critters neither, fur you
must know I had n't hardly got over her asking me to
take a trip to Davy , . locker. I hadn't well nigh got
the words out of my mouth, before there the critter
was a sitting on the jib-boom, right before me, and
two of the Ittunicot feet just peeping from under her
petticoats. I jest took my fore-finger and touched
her little white arm same as 1 used to do to the
dough when my mother's back was turned. And
sure enough 'twits soft and warm, and nothing like
clam or fish about it. But she didn't mean to stay,
for she jumped down agin, laughing in great fun.—
Then the mato called out, Jack, wintyou done that
jib yet l'
4 Aye, aye, mostly, but there's been a confounded
mermain here plaguin' me. Then the men all
laughed, as if they thought it a good joke, but I
knew it was earnest. But what's the use trying to
teach poor ignorant critters what wont believe what
a man tells them he has seen with his own eyes?'
Here Old Zeke gave a decided yawn and arose
from the bench. 0, is that all lis there no more?
what became of Jack?' wo all cried out.
, No, there's enough more, but that will do for to
day. I can't stop to tell you how poor Jack did
rayly go down with that mermaid, for the yarn was
always a putty long one.
" The water roll'd, the water swell'd,
This short suspense is o'er,
Half drew she him, half dropp'd he in,
And sunk to rise no more."
A real mermaid story--a live mermaid--and
that from the lips of one who had the story only
second—one who had seen and heard the men who
had seen the mermaid. Old Zeke became invested
with a strange mysterious awe—an ancient mari
ner, speaking words of solemn and deep import.
Did he not have the story from the very lips of
Jack?--from Jack, who had put his finger upon
the mermaid's arm, even as he would have punched
it into a real doughnut. The next day we were all
standing beside him, with hushed breath, awaiting
t One night after this,' continued old Zeke, giv
ing the story in the wools of Jack, I was standing
at the wheel, lookin' at the long wake of silver the
moon left upon the water, and then up at the stars
for they had a cunning sort of twinkle that made me
think of Nelly's eyes. Hap'ning to cast my eyes
jest under the lee, I see somethin'leap out of tho water
two or three times—some flounnderin' porpoise, says
or one of them flyin-Ssh. Then there was a
little spout of water risin up•and showerin down,
and lookin like a heap of all kind., of pearls and pre
cious stones. I rubbed my eyes and looked agin,
and there right before me, laughing out of the corners
of her eyes, stood that mermaid.
, I held out my hand, encouraging like, and says I,
now, gal, come along side, for you see I can't leave
the wheel without loosing three pinta, which would
bring the captain up in no time. Faith you're so
like Nell, that I can't help it, says I, and I gave her
a kiss, as natural as if I'd known her a long cruise.
'I wish Jack you'd go down and see how nice we
live under the water,' says she, you'd never miss
Nell would miss MC though, I'm think ina, end
'tisn't hardly tide thr one gal to try and cut another
out. Besides, I'm plaguey suspicious that if you
once get me down there, you'd be for turning me into
a great lubberly whale, to be harpooned sometime
or other, and then Jack Spanker will be used for ile
to light the bannacle. No, no, gal, you don't catch
me that way, and turned try back square round, and
looked as savage as a shark.
After a while I jest tipp'd a lute over my shoul
der, and sure enough, there she stood with the great
tears a dropping out of her eyes, and falling in a
considerable puddle on the deck. Now the jig is
always up with a tar when a woman cries. Avast,
there, Nell, says I, let me wipe this dripping with
this splice of a sail hanging to your flipper, and I said
some pretty nice things to slop her crying. DU you
ever see an apple when a boy drives it into a puddle
of water, how it goes down and then comes smiling
up wain I—well the mermaid look'd something so
when she looked coaxingly into my face.
'Jack,' says she, let one of my men hold the
wheel, there, I want you to see something over the
side of the ship:
. I chuck' her under the chin ; your men, Nell, I
should like to see one. Presently a little old man,
that look'd as if he'd been drying since the time of
that old sailor, Noah, pop'd over the to/frail ; as
much as to soy, here's your man, sir.
. Can you box the compass, grey bard I says I.
Aye, aye, sir, says he taking the helm.
Steady, now, steady says I, and mind, none of
your cantrips, or I'll knock you into foul weather in
less than no time.
We looked over into the water, rued tho mer.
maid began to sing,
Mist of earth away, away--
Veil of waters, deep and blue,
Open to the moonlight ray,
Bring our palaces to view.'
Presently, the dim outline of things began to
appear; and then the pavement of a world beneath
the waters, inlaid with gems and gold and silver, and
walls of crystal and gates of emerald, towers of pearl,
and !lowers of coral.
That's a nice country of your, says I, only a
leetle too dazzling-like, and nothing like potatoes and
The mermaid !angled ; and then I saw some
steps of ivory, and lung walks with flowers on both
aides, and all sorts of fruit and green things growing,
and every thing amazingly clean, and not a speck
like dust anywhere. Then I heard folks talking, and
singing old songs, and some of them I knew. Pres
ently, long come Bill Marlin, with a mermaid tuck
ed under his right flipper. Now, we'd lost Bill
overboard on our last v'yge, and a whole wad
sailor he was.
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'Ship ahoy, says I, how do you like your berth?
and before he could speak, and I near meld mil
how, but there I was down alongside. I looked up,
but there was the ship right over head, with her
canvass all set, and now and then a fish darting
past and two or three piratical sharks ready fin eve
rything that fell overheard. I pinched my arm to
see if 'twas flesh and blood, and hallooed and mil
about to see if I was dreaming; but the truth wan, I
was under the sea, and no mistake. How the little
mermen and the mermaids laughed.
Do you think your man will steer the ship right,
. 0 yes, he'll be here directly to give the reckon
In that case, says I, it's time for me to go rip
again she would'nt go well without a helmsman.
. But you don't mean to leave me, Jack,' says the
mermaid, putting her face close to mine.
'To bo sure I do ; did you think I was gobs to
forsake Nclly Spaulding fur a fish-woman ?
Mermaids are just like other women : you abuse
their beauty and they are right up about it, and that
too when they're no better looking than a jury-moat.
The mermaid's eyes looked lightning. She stood a
mirth, looking fire out °flier eyes, and then she burst
out a crying. Just then down course little grey beard,
and I saw the ship going ahead as if a light breeze
had just took her sails. I was in a terrible fix—
there was a gal crying tears by the quart, the ship
about to leave me, and I down schooling about Davy
Jo ca' locker. I looked at the mermaid and began
to feel wrathy.
Now, says I, you've got me into this bothera
tion, gal, and you must get me out of it. I've no
notion staying down here you sec, so you may as
well contrive to get me up, or I shall kick up such a
runt pus down here that Davy Jones will be glad to
get me out of his kingdom.
Then I see how the poor thing was a crying, and
I felt kind of had. Nelly, nays 1, you're a nice gal
fur them what like such a nice gal, but you dtin't
have Jack Spanker jest yet. Howsomcver should I
ever get adrift, Ishould be glad to have you pick
me tip. Davy Jones' locker aint so bad after all.
Ship ahoy says I, throw us a rope, I say.
They got me on board, where everything was
jest as I left it. They all said I must have got to
alirp, and rolled overboard, butt knetv better.
Oen Ommix.—Young lMlies miss a figure,
when they blush and make a dozen or more apolo
gies to their male acquaintances, who happen to
I find them at the wash tub, with a chock apron on,
and thou sleeve rolled up. Cobbctt fell in love
with his wife when in this interesting condition—
and no woman was of "More use to a man. Reel
men—men of sterling principle—are always pleased
to sx their fmmle acquaintances at work. Mt n
never blush, never apologize, if found in your home
spun attire, stirring coflim, washing the hearth, or
rinsing clothes. It should be your pride nod glory
to labor, fur industrious habils are eertally the best
recommendation you can bring to worthy young
men who are seeking wives. Those who would
sneer at these habits, you may depend upon it, will
make poor companions, for they arc miserable tools
and consumate blocitheads.—N. Y. .News.
£ Gentleman ranee:.
It is worse titan idle for any man to expect to
better his condition in a peomiary point of view by
turning gentleman farmer. If a person have a for
tune already, he may lay out pleasure grounds, fence
in parks, make experiments in crops, try crosses in
breeds of cattle, set out trees for shale scenery, and
thus grotify his taste, and possibly make some dis
covery for others to benefit by; but in his own ease
he will loose money; probably he expects it. 'What
would any one think of a gentleman warrior or
gentleman poctl that is a man who should hire all
his fighting done or all his verses made. If success
only crows individual personal exertion in all other
matters, how is it that in this alone, in the primitive
occupation of mankind, men expect it, without rut.
ting their hand to the plough and girding them
selves far the labor 1 It is a common remark among
the husbandinen that he who works with his hands
gets double the amount of work out of them compa
red with him who only gives his orders and vaits
until they are accomplished. The general must
lead his troops victory ; he must endanger his own
life if he would infuse bravery into the hearts of his
soldiers; and this principle is not inapplicable to the
Loss of the farm—Selected.
LAZINESS:A lady, in her letter nein Madrass
says, that in India " every creature seems eaten up
isLiness ; even my horse pretends he is too fine
too switch off his own flies with his own long tail,
but turns round his head to order the horse-peeper
to wipe them elf for him." The people of India,
and even the horses, must be the essence of gentili
ty, since the so heartily dislike work. We have
some of the mune breed in this country, whom we
could see transported to India without regret. In,
ziness is bad enough in the aged, but in the young
it is into!orable. A lazy young man or woman will
be sure to scratch a poor old head, if they do net
die from cnui in their youth.
c,")- Many cur greatist men have of sprung (rem'
the humblest origin, as the lark, whose nest is on
the ground, nears nearest heaven. Narrow circuit -
glance. are the most powerful stintultunt to mental
expansion, mid the early frown. of fortune the Ix t
security fur her final smiles. '
(0- A fellow out has been tniutufacturim;