welcomed by the fisherman as the happy signal of the approach of those vast shoals of herring, shad, etc., that regularly arrive on our coasts, and enter our rivers in such prodigious multitudes. Two of a trade, it is said, seldom agree the adage, however, will not hold good in the present case; for such is the respect paid the fish-hawk, not only by this class of men, but, generally, by the whole neighborhood where it resides, that a person who should attempt to shoot one of them would stand a fair chance of being insulted. This prepossession in favor of the fish-hawk is honorable to their feelings.

5. They associate with its first appearance ideas of plenty and all the gayety of business; they see it active and industrious, like themselves; inoffensive to the productions of their farms; building with confidence, and without the least disposition to concealment, in the middle of their fields and along their fences; and returning year after year regularly to its former abode.

6. The regular arrival of this noted bird at the vernal equinox, when the busy season of fishing commences, adds peculiar interest to its first appearance and procures it many a benediction from the fishermen. With the following lines illustrative of these circumstances, I shall conclude its history:

7. Soon as the sun, great ruler of the year,

Bends to our northern climes his bright career,
And from the caves of ocean calls from sleep

The finny shoals and myriads of the deep;

When freezing tempests back to Greenland ride,
And day and night the equal hours divide,-
True to the season, o'er our sea-beat shore
The sailing osprey high is seen to soar
With broad unmoving wing, and, circling slow,
Marks each loose straggler in the deep below;

Sweeps down like lightning, plunges with a roar,
And bears his struggling victim to the shore.

8. The long-housed fisherman beholds with joy
The well-known signals of his rough employ,
And as he bears his nets and oars along
Thus hails the welcome season with a song:

9. "The osprey sails above the sound;

The geese are gone; the gulls are flying;
The herring-shoals swarm thick around;
The nets are launched; the boats are plying.
Yo ho, my hearts! Let's seek the deep,
Raise high the song, and cheerly wish her,
Still as the bending net we sweep,

'God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!'

10. She brings us fish, she brings us spring,
Good times, fair weather, warmth, and plenty,
Fine store of shad, trout, herring, ling,
Sheep's-head and drum, and old-wives dainty.
Yo ho, my hearts! Let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
Still as the bending net we sweep,

'God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!'

11. "She rears her young on yonder tree;
She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em :
Like us, for fish, she sails to sea,
And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
Yo ho, my hearts! Let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
While the slow-bending net we sweep,
'God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher!'"

to another.

DEFINITIONS.-2. Mi'gra to ry, regularly removing from one place 4. Shōal, a great multitude. Ad'age, an old saying. Pre poş session, prejudice. 7. Ŏs'prey, the fish-hawk. 10. Ling, a fish something like the cod. Ōld'-wives, a species of fish.

NOTE.-6. The vernal equinox is the 21st of March.

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SAMUEL ROGERS was born in London, July 30, 1763. careful education, and began to write at an early age. his first work, An Ode to Superstition, and Other Poems, in 1786. afterward published The Pleasures of Memory, Human Life, Italy, and The Voyage of Columbus. Lord Byron pronounced the Pleasures of Memory one of the most beautiful didactic poems in our language. His writings, though lacking in vigor, are full of sweetness and beauty. He died December 18, 1855.

1. IF thou shouldst ever come, by choice or chance, To Modena,...

2.

Stop at a palace near the Reggio gate,
Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini.
Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace,
And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses,
Will long detain thee.

Sets ere one-half is seen;

A summer sun
thou go

but ere

Enter the house-prithee, forget it not-
And look awhile upon a picture there.
'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth,—
The very last of that illustrious race,—
Done by Zampieri; but by whom I care not:
He who observes it, ere he passes on

Gazes his fill, and comes, and comes again,
That he may call it when far away.

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3. She sits inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said, "Beware!" her vest of gold 'Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ;

And on her brow, fairer than alabaster,

4.

A coronet of pearls. But then her face,—
So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth,
The overflowings of an innocent heart,–
It haunts me still, though many a year has fled,
Like some wild melody.

Alone it hangs

:

Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion,-
An oaken chest half eaten by the worm,
But richly carved by Antony of Trent
With Scripture stories from the life of Christ
A chest that came from Venice and had held
The ducal robes of some old ancestor.
That by the way: it may be true or false;
But don't forget the picture; and thou wilt not,
When thou hast heard the tale they told me there.

5. She was an only child, from infancy
The joy, the pride, of an indulgent sire.
Her mother dying of the gift she gave,—

That precious gift,—what else remained to him?
The young Ginevra was his all in life,
Still, as she grew, for ever in his sight,
And in her fifteenth year became a bride,
Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria,

Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.

6. Just as she looks there in her bridal dress

She was, all gentleness, all gayety,

Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come,--the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ;