The boat goes tilting on the waves; The waves go tilting by : There dips the duck, her back she laves : O'erhead the sea-gulls fly. Now, like the gulls that dart for prey, The little vessel stoops; Now, rising, shoots along her way, Like them, in easy swoops. The sunlight falling on her sheet, The winds are fresh; she's driving fast The crinkling sail and crinkling mast Why dies the breeze away so soon? For, see, the wingèd fisher's plume Below, a cheek of lovely bloom. Whose eyes look up at thee? She smiles; thou needs must smile on her: A rich white cloud that doth not stir: And pictured beach of yellow sand, Change the smooth sea to fairy land: From that far isle the thresher's flail Of yonder sloop, sound near. The parting Sun sends out a glow Touching with glory all the show. Careering to the wind, they reach, THE NEW YEAR. ALFRED TENNYSON. RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring out the old, ring in the new ; Ring out the grief, that saps the mind, Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, Ring out false pride in place and blood, Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be. FISH-WOMEN AT CALAIS. "TIS said, fantastic ocean doth enfold Their voices into liquid music swell, Thrilling each pearly cleft and sparry grot, The undisturb'd abodes where Sea-nymphs dwell! IX. HUMOROUS, COMIC. AUNT TABITHA. O. W. HOLMES. WHATEVER I do and whatever I say, Dear aunt! if I only would take her advice, If a youth passes by, it may happen, no doubt, A walk in the moonlight has pleasure, I own, So I take a lad's arm, just for safety, you know; But Aunt Tabitha tells me, they didn't do so. How wicked we are, and how good they were then! They kept at arm's length those detestable men: What an era of virtue she lived in! - but stay, Were the men such rogues in Aunt Tabitha's day? - If the men were so wicked, I'll ask my papa I am thinking if aunt knew so little of sin, What a wonder Aunt Tabitha's aunt must have been! A martyr will save us, and nothing else can; Aunt Tabitha'll tell me. she never did so. AWFULLY LOVELY PHILOSOPHY. A FEW days ago a Boston girl, who had been attending the School of Philosophy at Concord, arrived in Brooklyn, on a visit to a seminary chum. After canvassing thoroughly the fun and gum-drops that made up their education in the seat of learning at which their early scholastic efforts were made, the Brooklyn girl began to inquire the nature of the Concord entertainment. "And so you are taking lessons in philosophy! How do you like it?" "O, it's perfectly lovely! It's about science, you know, and we all just dote on science." "It must be nice. What is it about?" "It's about molecules as much as any thing else, and molecules are just too awfully nice for any thing. If there's any thing I really enjoy it's molecules." "Tell me about them, my dear. What are molecules?" |