Unsheltered from its fever-beam, 9. One is gazing on the other- Feelings in his breast are rife, Fell thoughts, which he were fain to smother :"My fellow-slave- his breath to free From its abode of misery, To wanton in yon blessed sky, Shall he die lingering on, or bleed At once, and give this bloated tongue That draught for which it yearneth long; To stagnate in a tank so foul, And thus both withered frames to cheat- Alas! 'tis horrible to read Such language, and such longings base, In dissolution's murky face; But the sun is hot and high, And phrenzy reasoneth awry, And torture scoffs at sympathy, And dearth on her own brood will feed. 10. Blind fear-that vile uncertain guilt, In the form it would lay low, Then dreads whom it has dreamed a foe; The sidelong search, that doth reveal 11. If the neck, already bent Despairing to the headsman's blow, If relenting heav'n had sent An angel to the shades below, To bid the lost forget their woe Once more, in hope's gay element; Could life, thus rescued from the block, Rally with a livelier shock, Joy, wilder, more convulsive, breathe Thro' their dim ranks, than lurks beneath Th' arrested lip, the whirling brain 12. Sail ho! the winds are nought as yet, A breeze hath risʼn and died again— They who ride so loftily At hand, say, can they not espy But they are busy, and night is nigh. Will their ark of safety turn? Thro' falling mist and fading ray, To snatch their last lone hope away, And fate thus revel in its sway, 14. I ween it matters not to one, And looks upon the brightness breaking Where linger (well he knows for whom,) The sharks their sheeny pastime taking: Still still the keel beneath him raking, Till the very boat is shaking - Can he view them without quaking? 15. That sail - a moment since hard by ;, One test, and that, God wot, he dareth- 'Tis omnipotence that spareth, That altho' around him shine Eyes that minister to death, And waters, that so slight a breath And jaws that gape, and fins that fly 16. This lulling but deceitful calm- In vain ? Still is their none to heed, (Whom twice he dared to deem decreed To shield and sooth him in his need,) The host, awaiting but a word, His voice his hailing, shall be heard! - A thousand blessings on that beak, VOL. VII. He, the abandon'd late of hope, Hath spared this dripping wretch, to warn Heaven grant, if such there be that wait, -Listen!-have they found his mate? 18. On a pallet couch of straw All tenderly and smoothly spread, The stricken twain have met once more Unwitting of so soft a bed, And silently, as meet the dead: Flaps the awning overhead, Meet shelter from the falling dew, And ye may see the stars shine through Each rift, and dally with each shred, Of the loop-holes not a few; And many a glimpse of heavenly blue, Others, with a keener quest, Have bared again each clammy breast, Life, lurking in its inmost urn, Tho' sorely smitten and opprest, Still pleading lowly to return: God guide and prosper, till they learn What weight of ills this frame may bear, Yet regain its features fair, Its arm of strength, its eye of fire, His heav'n-descended form and air -True, theirs may be a faltering trust, 70 I know by many a faithful token DEER-HUNTING VS. DEAR-HUNTING. BY A QUINQUEGENARIAN. "I never nurst a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye, I LIKE a magnificent opening ; — as thus: - The effulgent sun, as he sank beneath the shadowy veil of the dusky horizon, tinging with celestial glory the circumambient clouds, shed a parting ray on the door of the Burlington and Wixham stage as it toiled along the Cranstown turnpike, heavily laden with thirteen inside and two outside passengers. The insides were such as nature, education, and their tailors had made them. The outsides were my friend Sam. Weatherby and myself. Sam and I were College cronies of four years' standing. I hardly know how we first became intimate; our rooms were far apart, and our names at opposite ends of the alphabet. Nevertheless, we happened to be thrown together pretty often at the beginning of the course, and contracted a sort of chemical affinity- an indecomposible union of unlike substances. I was pleased with his fine manliness of character and appearance, his perfect unsophisticatedness (shade of Johnson forgive me,) and Green-mountain simplicity. I liked to hear his innumerable stories, told in his own odd way, of Vermont wars, and ghosts, and pretty lasses; especially and most seriously did I incline to his marvellous tales of multitudinous exploits by flood and field, done against the dwellers of earth, air, and sea. Clouds of blue pigeons darkening the sky, brooks teeming with Epicurean trout-woods overrun by herds of stately deer; these were the visions which swam before my amazed imagination as I drank in the magnificent recitals of my Nimrod. |