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Surprised he sees new beauties rise,

Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too.

The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms:
The lovely stranger stands confest
A maid in all her charms.

"And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, A wretch forlorn," she cried; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heaven and you reside.

"But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.

"My father lived beside the Tyne,

A wealthy lord was he;

And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,
He had but only me.

"To win me from his tender arms
Unnumber'd suitors came;
Who praised me for imputed charms,
And felt or feign'd a flame.

"Each hour a mercenary crowd

With richest proffers strove: Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love.

"In humble, simplest habit clad,
No wealth nor power had he:
Wisdom and worth were all he had,
But these were all to me.

"The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of Heaven refined,
Could naught of purity display
To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the blossom on the tree,
With charms inconstant shine';
Their charms were his: but, woe to me,
Their constancy was mine.

"For still I tried each fickle art,
Importunate and vain ;

And while his passion touch'd my heart,
I triumph'd in his pain:

"Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
He left me to my pride;
And sought a solitude forlorn
In secret, where he died.

"But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
And well my life shall pay ;
I'll seek the solitude he sought,
And stretch me where he lay.

"And there forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die;
'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
And so for him will I."

"Forbid it, Heaven!" the Hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast:
The wondering fair-one turn'd to chide—
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.

"Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
Restored to love and thee.

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FRITZ gathered a bundle of the best canes he could select, to carry home. We soon arrived at a thicket of palms, which we entered, and seated ourselves to enjoy our repast under its shade. Suddenly a number of large monkeys, frightened by our approach, and by the barking of Turk, dispersed from the spot, running up the palm-trees with such rapidity that we had scarcely observed them before they were at the top. Having reached this safe elevation, they proceeded to grin and chatter at us, expressing their anger at the disturbance by the most discordant noises. I observed immediately that the trees were cocoa-nut palms, and I immediately thought of having recourse to the services of the monkeys for a supply of fruit. Fritz, on the contrary, irritated by their derisive gestures and noise, had already seized his gun, and was about to shoot them, when I restrained his hand, and urged on him the folly and cruelty of killing a poor animal that could be of no value as food, and excited no just apprehensions of danger. "You will see now," said I, "how much more useful and simple is my

mode of dealing with them.” I accordingly collected some stones, and began to throw them at the monkeys, and though I could not nearly reach them on their lofty perch, they exhibited every mark of irritation, and seizing the cocoa-nuts within their reach, they hurled them in a shower at our heads.

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Fritz laughed heartily at the success of my stratagem, and when the shower of cocoa-nuts had ceased, I gathered as many as I could conveniently carry. We now sought a convenient spot for enjoying the repast thus provided, and after sucking some of the milk by means of the holes which we pierced in the end of the nuts, we broke them open with the hatchet, and ate with much satisfaction of the kernel. Another application to the juice of the sugar-cane completed our repast, and Turk received, with abundant symptoms of satisfaction, the remainder of the lobster, which we no longer valued. I now gathered together such of the cocoa-nuts as had long stalks, and threw them over my shoulder. Fritz resumed his bundle of sugar-canes, and we set out on our return to our new home.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

SAMUEL SHEPHERD.

The editor is indebted to the kindness of Samuel Shepherd, Esq.,
F.S.A., for the permission to make the following extract from his
pleasing collection of "Spring Flowers," &c., published in 1844
with considerable success.

AGAIN the rapid wheels of Time
Have run their yearly round;
Hail to that merry midnight chime!
How full of thought the sound!

How we now think of friends long dead,
And some who heard the last,

But who have made the grave their bed:
Their pilgrimage is past!

And then we think of some glad hearts,
Who greeted the new year,

While from our glistening eye oft starts
Th' involuntary tear.

But thankfulness becometh well
A new year's opening day
Gladly we will of mercy tell,
And cheerful praises pay.

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ONE summer afternoon, when I was about eight years of age, I was standing at an eastern window, looking at a beautiful rainbow, that,

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