His last sea-fight is fought;

His work of glory done.

It was not in the battle;
No tempest gave the shock;
She sprang no fatal leak ;
She ran upon no rock.

His sword was in its sheath;
His fingers held the pen,
When Kempenfelt went down
With twice four hundred men.

Weigh the vessel up,

Once dreaded by our foes!

And mingle with our cup

The tear that England owes.

Her timbers yet are sound,

And she may float again

Full charged with England's thunder,

And plough the distant main.

But Kempenfelt is gone,

His victories are o'er ;

And he and his eight hundred

Shall plough the wave no more.

BOADICEA.

HEN the British warrior Queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsels of her country's gods,

Sage beneath the spreading oak,
Sat the Druid, hoary chief;
Every burning word he spoke
Full of rage, and full of grief.

"Princess! if our aged eyes

Weep upon thy matchless wrongs,

'Tis because resentment ties

All the terrors of our tongues.

"Rome shall perish, write that word

In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish, hopeless and abhorred,

Deep in ruin as in guilt.

"Rome, for empire far renowned,
Tramples on a thousand states ;
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground
Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!

"Other Romans shall arise,

Heedless of a soldier's name ;

Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.

"Then the progeny that springs

From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command.

"Regions Cæsar never knew
Thy posterity shall sway;
Where his eagles never flew,
None invincible as they."

Such the bard's prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Bending as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre.

She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow :
Rushed to battle, fought, and died;
Dying, hurled them at the foe.

Ruffians, pitiless as proud,

Heaven awards the vengeance due ;
Empire is on us bestowed,
Shame and ruin wait for you.

THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN

GILPIN.

SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE IN

TENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.

OHN GILPIN was a citizen

Of credit and renown,

A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town.

John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,

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Though wedded we have been

These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen.

"To-morrow is our wedding day,

And we will then repair

Unto the Bell at Edmonton,
All in a chaise and pair.

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My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,

Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
On horseback after we."

He soon replied: "I do admire
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it shall be done.

“I am a linendraper bold,

As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go."

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said. And for that wine is dear,

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